Every morning we wake up to two doors.
Open one and it leads into a wide open room of amusement. A theme park, a golf range, pinball machines, concerts, video games, virtual reality, splashy hotels, fine cuisine, movies, swimming pools, winter sports, summer sports, playgrounds, mansions, fashion, the beautiful people. Fun, frolic, amuse yourself to death.
Open the 2nd and it leads into a ward of people begging, bleeding, blind agony, open wounds, crushed hopes, crushed homes, broken families, gun shots and stab wounds, oppressor and oppressed, justice denied, no one to intervene, bones broken through the skin, people imprisoned, people without a home.
Every morning we wake up to Jesus who says to us: 'Choose you this day which door.'
Before we have any chance to say to him 'but', he enters the 2nd door and we're left standing on our own. If we remain still enough we can hear his voice saying 'follow me' but then the stillness is broken by the happy sounds coming from the room of dissipation, and we enter without him.
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