Someone told me a couple of weeks ago that I can’t have tuna on my pizza. But I like tuna on my pizza – tuna and pineapple. Am I wrong? Have I missed something? It’s not as if you physically can’t put tuna on a pizza; and yet am I supposed to feel guilty if I do?
Perhaps it’s just an opinion expressed as a moral value. Perhaps my accuser has an inner need to exercise power and influence. I know sometimes I must do things ‘just so’ or risk being out; and our confusing world demands that I ‘do my own thing’ and that ‘my own thing’ fits in.
Being able to make ‘my own’ choice is an important part of being human. My choices say something about who I am, and yours you.
A man called Joshua once challenged the people around him: “Choose this day whom you will serve, … as for me … I will serve the LORD.” He had made his choice and hoped and wanted them to make the same choice. It wasn’t an order, but an appeal: choose to do the right thing. And they did (see Joshua 24)
I choose like Joshua. I hope you will too.
Raymond.