Decisions

Yesterday there was a man standing at an elevator in the hospital that I work at. He wasn't an ordinary man. This man was unique, different, special. He was about 5'7", roughly 220. Round in stature, with his abdomen large and protruding, almost as if he were pregnant, don't worry he wasn't. His face was non-descript with some scattered whiskers that needed to be shaved. He also had a few scattered tattoos on his forearm that were not as sharp as the used to be. But that wasn't what was most interesting about him. It was his behaviour at the elevator. He stood there in all his glory with his stained white T-shirt pulled up over his belly and was running his fingers over his naked abdomen as he patiently waited for an elevator.

It was strange.

In the middle of a busy part of a very nice public hospital, he thought it was appropriate to expose himself and scratch his belly.

Decision making. Every day, all day long we make decisions. Sometimes it can be tough to make the right decision. Maybe scratching my exposed abdomen in the middle of a busy hallway is the right decision. Or not. How can we make the best decision all the time? What would that even look like?

There is a verse in the bible that addresses this. This guy named Paul who was a leader in the early christian church who challenged people to make every thought captive to a different way of living. A way of living that is in rhythm with God and is in contrast to the dis-rhythm of ways of the world.

Sometimes I may look like the man scratching my obese belly in the hallway in the eyes of God. I would argue that he often looks at me with the same inquizitive look that I gave that guy. The look that just says "What could possibly be running through that little mind" I will continue to make God look at me this way untill I can shape my life look more like his.