No Choice

It’s amazing how quickly the news can change. A few days ago, the major story was that Jon & Kate Gosselin, of “Jon & Kate Plus Eight” fame had filed for divorce. Since that time, other events have changed the pop culture news landscape. If I was a more on-top-of-it blogger, maybe this discourse wouldn’t already seem outdated. Oh well, you got to work with what you have.

So, as my rambling introduction indicated, I, like much of the nation perhaps, was intrigued my the Jon & Kate news. Not because I’m a fan of the show; I’ve never seen it. In fact, I hadn’t heard hardly anything about the couple until their recent demise. What caught my attention, however, was the statement that Mrs. Gosselin made when she announced her filing for divorce. According to this article on People.com, Kate said “Over the course of this weekend, Jon’s activities have left me no choice but to file legal procedures in order to protect myself and our children.”

Now, I don’t know what happened in this couple’s marriage, but I couldn’t help but see the disavowal of responsibility in Mrs. Gosselin’s statement. No choice? Really? I mean there’s almost always more than one choice. As many have suggested, maybe the couple should have let go of their show to save their marriage. Or maybe they could have gone to counseling together. Whatever the reasons behind the split, it seen incongruous to say that filing for divorce was the only option available.

It’s the same line of reasoning I use when my students tell me that they had no opportunity to complete their assignment. Rarely is that really the case. Instead, they made a decision about how to use their time, and the assignment didn’t rank high on their priority list. Or more specifically, whatever they did decide to do ranked higher. They had a choice, and to destroy the phrase from Spider Man, with that choice comes responsibility…the responsibility to accept the outcomes for that decision before the choice is made.

What amazes me, is that in a world where people increasingly argue that there is no such thing as black and white, that everything is relative, when it comes down to a decision about maintaining our commitments, we think there is only one option available. And that this limitation is often an excuse for fulfilling our responsibilities.

This isn’t a discussion that’s limited to the 21st century. Years ago, in her book “The Hiding Place”, Corrie Ten Boom recounts how her sister, Nollie, who also provided refuge to Jews in Austria facing Nazi persecution, chose to tell the truth when asked by the police state whether there were in fact Jews hiding in the house. Most people think that there is only one option when faced with this hideous decision, but her sister, chose another. She decided that her values didn’t change based on the difficulty of the decision; that she would stand for truth even when it seemed ridiculous to do so. And in the end, she and all those to whom her family was providing refuge, were inexplicably quickly released from captivity.

I don’t know that the reason for their release was because of the commitment to truth, and I’m not prepare to say that there aren’t greater principles at stake in a situation like the one Corrie ten Boom’s sister faced. *** However, in the million of everyday occurrences, we tend to limit the hand of God, by only seeing one alternative available – and usually it’s the quickest path to that which we think we deserve. However, if we can only see one option and that option doesn’t bring God honor, then there must be another alternative. So when Christians are faced with a decision in which they could honor God, or they can do that which best served their own purposes, there really should be no choice. The only choice should be to glorify Him.

***Based on comments that can be read below, I updated this blog to try to make my point clearer. The blog wasn’t intended to be about divorce, but was about viewing a decision as only having one alternative. If that alternative doesn’t bring God honor, then there must be another option that does.

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No Offense

Sometimes God uses the simple, seemingly insignificant things in life to teach us big lessons. Or to remind us of lessons that we once learned, but haven’t been readily applying. For me, it was the gas line at Costco. And the seemingly huge injustice of being cut in front of as another driver impatiently waited for her line to move.

Now, you are probably wondering, “what lesson could be learned from this trivial act?” Well, as I railed in my head against the gall of this other driver and privately wished that justice would be done and I would in fact get to the pump quicker (which did happen!) I realized how silly it was that I was getting bent out of shape over “my” place in line. My reaction to the other person’s action had the potential to determine my entire attitude for the rest of the day. And I was reminded, this wasn’t something to take offense at. One, because it was ridiculous to let something as benign as that ruin my day, but more importantly, because in comparison against my offense to God, this was ridiculously trivial, as trivial as an ant’s problems seem to me. My offense against Holiness was far greater than a simple inability to take one’s turn, and yet that offense had been forgiven by a holy, yet gracious God. If I was going to be offended, I should be offended by the magnitude of my sin, and amazed at the magnanimity of His forgiveness. This small, Earthly offense should prompt my heart to be filled with thankfulness, humility and awe, not frustration.

Long-time readers will know that this lesson isn’t a new one for me. After all, I’ve written about it in part here and here. However, along with my gratitude for the lesson, I’m thankful that He choose to use the Costco gas line to remind me of it. And that despite all my offense, He longs for a relationship with me and to shower me with the abundance of His grace. The least I can do is wish well those that offend me.

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