Choices

Heaven or hell? Christ or the world? Hmmmm.

Got to thinking about the choice thing I wrote about before. Jennifer and I were yaking about it and I thought, no, there really is no choice. Jennifer said that we do have options and you know what? She is so right.

. . . and then . . .

Then I think, ok, what do you want for dinner? A steak cooked exactly how you want it, salad and corn on the cob or would you prefer dog poo. Cold. With worms.

Or how about a ride 4 miles in the smoothest limo, with a dvd player, climate control at 70 degrees, a personal pedicure person and a big fat glass of root beer. Or would you prefer to walk 4 miles barefooted in a four acre passel of grass burrs, in 104 degree heat and 100% humidity wearing sweats?

From what I understand in scripture, it's just that black and white. So technically you do have a choice.

But what kind of idiot would prefer the poo and the grass burrs?

An uninformed one. Someone without a clue. Someone without hope, or with non- existent self esteem or simply apathetic. And, man oh man, there a lot of people who prefer poo to steak and grass burrs to a limo.

Kinda makes you want to go out and get to work on the envangelisim, huh?