I have always appreciated Robert Frost's poetry.
When I was an undergraduate, I used his poem "The Road Not Taken" as the subject of my English 101 paper. Basically, Frost's poem is about choices. The author examines two paths: one he takes and one he doesn't, and the potential consequences of each.
Each one of us faces a number of choices every day. Sometimes we choose wisely; sometimes we don't. Last week, I was looking forward to a quiet evening at home when my husband, Bob, and daughter, Val, gave me an alternative choice. They asked me to accompany them at a Christian-themed live drama.
My initial response was "No thanks. I'm just gonna slip into my PJs, grab some junk food and veg out in front of the TV."
They were not so easily dissuaded, however.
"You can sit around in pajamas anytime, Mom," Val griped.
"That's what you think," I told her. "The last time I tried that at church, everybody gave me weird looks."
"Come on, Kim," Bob chimed in. "It'll be fun."
I acquiesced, and a short time later found myself sitting in a packed auditorium with Val. (Being a pastor, Bob was invited backstage to pray with other ministers before the performance.) Fortunately, we had found three seats together at the end of one of the rows. After a few minutes, a group of people came up to us, wanting to sit in the six empty seats beyond the ones we were occupying.
Standing, Val and I moved into the aisle, enabling the group to slide past us. Before we got the chance to reclaim our seats, three new people slipped in and plopped down in them.
At that moment Bob appeared, none too pleased about our seatless state.
"Don't glare at me," I told him huffily. "If you remember, I didn't want to come here in the first place."
On that sour note, we located another group of seats down front. Soon my grumpy attitude started waning, and I found myself enjoying the drama.
The presentation was a series of vignettes about people dying and facing the afterlife. Those who had chosen Jesus to be Lord of their lives encountered a glorious experience at the gate of heaven. Those who had chosen a different path were condemned to misery in the flames of hell.
When the play ended, the host pastor invited people to ask Jesus into their lives. As person after person moved into the aisles, I realized how honored I was to be a witness to this life-changing event. It turned out that I had made the right choice, after all.
Life is made up of choices. Some are as simple as choosing an evening's entertainment. Others are as important as choosing a home for eternity.
Have you asked Jesus to be the Lord and Savior of your life today? There's no time to wait. The choice is yours.