Choosing Occurs in Union

The paradox of choice continues to challenge me. The solid changes that occurred last year seem to have nothing to do with the quality of my choices. I did not struggle to effect the changes – and when I get something that I didn’t have to work for, it is generally considered a gift.

Perhaps my difficulty in reconciling the subject of choice has less to do with the act of choosing and more to do with where the choice is made from. I’ve seen choice as something I do from the soul or the reasoning mind. I choose after deliberating pros and cons, weighing consequences, or analyzing the in’s and out’s. After careful consideration, a choice is made…the quality of which is evaluated by the results. Choices made from the soul’s arena rely heavily on outward signs and are fueled by ego – with either arrogance or self-doubt.

Conceivably, when the soul takes hold of the subject of choice it is perverted. The soul makes choice the identifying mark of man – our own small claim to independence that perpetuates the illusion of separation from God and keeps us feeling like we are in control. Ego allots choice too much power and dominion, causing man to assume too much autonomy and self-government. In essence, it separates the act of choosing from God.

Considering that choice is viable – I believe it belongs to the spirit of man and functions so differently that it is hardly recognizable as choice. If we choose from the spirit – where we are one with Christ – then the act of choosing cannot be separated from God. We choose, but with such humility that the choice is not distinguishable as our own. It is Christ, choosing effortlessly and baring no resemblance to what we formerly called choice.

Choice occurs…but it feels like pure gift. I choose, but am not conscious of my choosing. I change, but am not conscious of my changing. I can fearlessly receive all that life has for me, knowing every choice took flight in union with God. I choose…yet not I, but Christ chooses in, by, through, for, and as me.

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Valued, but Not Exalted

As I let go of fear I naturally experience greater freedom of movement. The way I view life is changing. I don’t place as much emphasis on my responsibility to make right choices – and I feel more relaxed. The focus I’ve placed on the need to choose well has kept me fearful of myself. If the quality of my life rests solely on the choices I make then why wouldn’t I be afraid? My choices often seemed to produce difficult circumstances; what else could I do but blame myself and my foolish choices. I developed a fear of choosing wrong which, of course, only immobilized my ability to chose at all. I am learning to value the freedom of choice, but not to exalt my choices.  Regardless of my choices, God is still able to turn lemons into lemonade.

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Love’s Curious Choice

I feel kindred with those who still find their humanity quite insufferable. I grasp that I am one with Christ, that there is no “me” apart from Him. We are irrevocably united. This isn’t as lofty as it sounds though, for I’m still who I am. Love made a curious choice to clothe Himself in flesh – knowing that opening my eyes to “see and conform” to my true being would be a life-long process.

Jesus Christ carried separation from God to the cross, bridging the gap for humanity – past, present, and future. A kernel of corn fell to the ground to become a stalk with many ears, repeating the cycle until the Tree of Life bears its fruit in each of us.

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