Car Wheels, Rams, and Crummy Choices

I recently was faced with the dilemma of a bent car wheel. I am embarrassed to admit I kept saying, “I don’t know what to do” over and over like a mantra – to complete strangers! But after a couple of dead ends, now I know what to do. Free will – the power to decide things for ourselves – is one of God’s best gifts, even when we’d rather give it to someone else for a moment.

Yes, sometimes a lot of choices at once can be overwhelming. But most people agree that by not choosing something, we choose something else whether we acknowledge it or not. And I’ll grant you that sometimes we just have an illusion of choice. Mainstream news reports, for instance, all restrict certain issues or viewpoints, and many of them are owned by the same person or company anyway. So, no, an illusion doesn’t actually give us much of a choice. Another choice, of course, would be to not watch any of those news sources.

Unfortunately, we too often believe having a choice means we can choose between a good or bad, positive or negative, or helpful or unhelpful choice. You know as well as I, that is not always the case. Try telling the truth these days to someone you’d like to think is your friend. I didn’t have a choice isn’t really a true statement, though.

Sometimes we are presented with two bad – perhaps downright awful – choices, in fact. Yet, that doesn’t negate the choice. I’m thinking just now of the Biblical account of the choice Abraham was presented in whether to obey God and sacrifice his son, Isaac, to Him, or whether to give in to Satan’s temptations to reject the instructions due to the terrible difficulty of it. The Apocrypha shows us that Isaac was faced with the choice, too. And, as they both tell us, Abraham was blameless, even in this. So was Isaac. So was God, by the way, as you know in recalling the ram in the thicket sent there for another, last minute choice.

I wonder if Abraham Lincoln was named after the Abraham of the Bible? He face some pretty tough choices, himself. And he didn’t run from them. He made them.

Life doesn’t let us escape from choices; and those choices? They reveal something about us to others and to ourselves. And to God. So as we deliberate, let’s encourage each other to choose as well as we’re able even when faced with two hard choices. Liberty or death, for instance.

Account of Abraham: Genesis 22, Jasher 23; Image:pexels-johannes-havn-3218340.jpg; Patrick Henry Quote: “Give me liberty or give me death.”

To Tell The Truth

To Tell The Truth, a game show during the ’50’s, ’60’s and ’70’s, entertained the audience with guessing which of three people was who he or she claimed to be. I’ve read that they sometimes picked their imposters for the show from bus stops. That would be interesting.

“Hey, honey! I’m supposed to pretend to be a famous opera singer next week!”

“Very funny. The only one inspired by your singing is the silverfish in the shower.”

“No! Really!”

“Must’ve been a hard day. You’ll feel better after supper. Sit. Eat. Your mother called.”

A panel of celebrities (okay, so most of them were the kind of celebrities many people didn’t know much about – actually kind of refreshing from the celebrity culture bombarding the long-suffering public today) judged whether strangers were lying or telling the truth about who they were.

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? The number of people running around claiming to be someone they are not has grown exponentially since then. How are we supposed to judge whether the person selected as transportation secretary actually knows diddly squat about airplanes, for instance? Or, speaking of air travel, whether Sam Brinton found a cute pair of shoes to go with the women’s clothes he stole at multiple airports? And why, as long as we’re on the subject of filling the post of an officer within an office within an office, a nation with trillions of dollars of debt actually needs a 1.deputy 2.assistant 3.secretary of 1.spent fuel and waste 2.disposition in the office of nuclear energy? Too many secretary positions and too much waste, if you ask me. And don’t get me started on the imposter(s) pretending to run the nation. But, hey, I’m just the audience. So are you.

I’ll tell you one thing. The day the audience rises en masse and asks “Will the real (fill in the blank) please stand up?” is fast approaching. It will be followed by the clamor of “The emperor has no clothes!” And it cannot come fast enough.

Reference# from: The Emperor’s New Clothes by Hans Christian Anderson, 1837

The Veil

There is a veil of delicate thread, translucent, yet opaque,

Through which we all must walk one day alone, but not alone;

Friends and family on one side, and those awaiting make

Departing in a quiet hour a blessed going home.

 

Each soul travels in this life of work and prayer and thought

A road. We journey through the days and take what we are giv’n

By One Whose glorious life shone forth and One Whose death has bought

A clearer veil, a sweeter road, the truer rest in heav’n.

Reflections upon the homegoing of a much beloved Uncle John; Image: zac-durant-_6HzPU9Hyfg-unsplash.jpg