Choices!
We all make them.
When we are young we choose what toys to play with.
And then as we get older the choices we make become bigger and harder.
What should I do when I grow up?
Where should I live?
What job should I take?
Should I keep going or tell the doctor it is over?
And no one can make them for us.
As Jesus lay prostrate on the rock in the Garden of Gethsemane
He was alone.
His friends were asleep
And in the distance He could see the flaming torches of the mob coming to arrest Him.
And He had a choice to make.
Should He accept the cross or reject it?
Should He do His own Will or the Will of His Father.
I wonder,
Did thoughts of Nazareth and the simple days
with Joseph in the carpentry shop flow through His mind?
Did He recall the early days of His ministry?
When He turned water into wine at the wedding Feast in Cana
And everyone danced and sang all night.
Did Satan come one last time to tempt Him to run away?
And live for another day
So that He could cure more people;
Preach longer;
Maybe the Pharisees would change their minds.
What would He choose?
His Will or His Father’s?
Would He choose to run away or carry His cross?
We know what Jesus chose.
In the end the real choices of life are not about us.
They are about others.
Because the choices we make, really do impact those around us.
Jesus chose us!
He chose not to do His will but the Will of His Father.
We will all one day find ourselves in our own Garden of Gethsemane
Where we have difficult choices to make.
Will we make those choices based on ourselves or on others?
On our Will or God’s?
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