Senior 21: Choice

I've been in a number of conversations recently about God's will--recognizing it, discerning it, following it, obeying it. It's a rough place to be, desiring to understand God's will but feeling frustrated by uncertainties, doubts, ambiguities, and apparent obfuscations. There inevitably comes a point when you have to make a choice--a decision to take one course or another. And that can be a terrifying choice.

Maybe I'll write more on 'choice' and 'commitment' in a subsequent blog. Much more could be said than the few cursory sentences I just laid down. But because of these recent conversations, I decided to post a poem (or pseudo-poem) that I wrote about nine months ago. It needs further editting (along with a careful evaluation for veridicality), but I like its not-so-expositional treatment of the subject. (Unfortunately, the Blogspot Editor does not allow me to indent; every other line should be indented so that the lines are read in non-rhyming couplets.)

Wishing you all God's richest blessings,

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Falling Upward

I'm taking the leap;
Will you catch me?
I'm stepping out in faith;
Will you hold me up?
I don't know what will happen.
If you let me go, I'll fall.
There are no handholds.
There are no safety nets.
I step out onto eternity;
What is going to happen?
I fall forever and ever and ever.
Will you catch me?
There is a bottomless pit;
I will never reach the bottom.
Will you catch me?
Will you catch me?
There is no doubt that you are able;
But are you willing?

I have made the leap.
There is no turning back.
If you don't catch me,
Will I know it?
If I do not fall for eternity,
Then I have not made the leap.
If I try to force your hand,
I'll find I haven't left the edge.
If I have recourse and retreat to the brink
Then I have not made the leap.
Eternity before, eternity behind,
Eternity above, eternity below.
Perhaps I will never stop falling.
Perhaps I will be always falling into your arms.