There are a lot of choices we face on a daily basis. Long sleeves – short sleeves, premium – unleaded, extra crispy – original recipe. Most choices have little to no consequences. But what about choosing between a lie and the truth; helping a neighbor or not; apologize first or stand your ground? “This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.”—Deuteronomy 30:19 (NIV)
Why choose death?
In a recent dream, I was in a large building filled with people. I wandered around with everybody else when suddenly an armed gunman, dressed in all black stood out from the crowd and shouted, “Everybody freeze, do what I say and you won’t get hurt!” There were screams as people ran in all directions. Suddenly, I stood face to face with him. I froze as he pointed his weapon right at my face and said, “You need me.” He seemed familiar enough to take away my fear. The building returned to the way it was before the panic. Folks casually walked by, as this shadowy fellow continued pointing his gun at me. Then all of a sudden my husband stepped in front of me. We yelled at each other with loud voices but the words didn’t make any sense. I felt hot with anger as Randy began turning red. We shook our fists in animalistic gestures. Soon a duplicate gunman appeared next to Randy with a crazy look on his face, also dressed in black aiming a gun at his head. Neither one of us seemed to care as a sequential “Click, Click” of the triggers never broke the stride of our argument. “Boom, Boom,” the room faded heavy with blackness as I felt my body bounce to the floor. I was alone in the dark for a while. Then, spiraled in front of me was the front page of our local newspaper. A realistic photo covered the top half of the folded paper. There were two gurneys in front of an ambulance, each with a white, sheet-covered, figure. The chalk out lines on the floor of the familiar room silenced the whole scene. The shoes of the smaller figure were mine. The two men in black appeared in the background with gangly grins slowly they returned to the grainy ink of the print. Then I turned the paper over and read the bolded headlines,
HUSBAND AND WIFE SLAIN LAST NIGHT
Same MO as the Pride and Arrogance killers that claimed several victims last week
It is easy to let Pride in, he usually knows his way around. We feel comfortable with his presence even as he points his lethal weapon, of having to be right, at our heads.
The next morning after the dream I apologized to Randy for the fight we had the previous day and he said he was sorry too. I have worked hard in being happy and not argumentative. Randy has responded the same way. For me, choosing life meant choosing not to be right all the time.
What sort of life are we to choose? Wisdom’s Call suggests, “Choose my instruction instead of silver, knowledge rather than choice gold, for wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire can compare with her.”—Proverbs 8:10-11 (NIV) Choosing wisdom is choosing life, the wise King Solomon in his latter years encourages, “Wisdom shields and preserves the life of him who has it.”—Ecclesiastes 7:12 (AMP) We are to live well and to live wisely, but how? James sums it all up, “Do you want to be counted wise, to build a reputation for wisdom? Here’s what you do: Live well, live wisely, live humbly. It’s the way you live, not the way you talk, that counts.”—James 3:13 (MSG)
Instead of stressing over what you should wear or what you will eat, consider the more important choices set before you. Choose life.