Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
Making decisions in America is a mind-boggling, brain-twisting, and synapse-altering experience.
We go into a burger shop and reading the menu alone makes me go insane. There are just too many variations and permutations. So I order a simple cheeseburger meal that comes with a side order and drink to simplify the process.
“What kind of cheese?” asks the waitress and rattles off, "American, cheddar, stilton, brie, roasted gouda, Monterey jack, yada, yada.”
“That one,” I say, my impaired hearing unable to make out her oral menu of choices.
“Which one?” she pushes.
“The first one,” I reply, crossing my fingers it is an edible choice.
She asks again, “How would you like your burger? Rare? Medium rare? Well done? Yada, yada, yada."
“The first one,” I cut her short.
She asks some more, “And dressing for your side salad? Vinaigrette? Caesar? Greek? Yada, yada, yada.”
“The first one,” I repeat like a looped recording.
“And drink? Coffee? How’d you like it brewed? Dark? Medium? Light? Yada, yada, yada. With cream? What kind? Sugar? Honey? Yada, yada, yada.”
To make a very complicated story short, I finally come face-to-face with my cheeseburger meal, after making millions of non-life-changing decisions that have caused my dormant acid reflux to erupt anew, with a vengeance.
Life in America became so complicated when I wasn't looking. Well, life in general has become so maddeningly complex.
But in God's infinite mercy, we only have two choices: to follow Him or not. That for me was the easiest decision of all. I pray that others will make that same choice, if not now, soon.
Before I dig in, I say grace for my cheeseburger meal, and spend a little more time asking for God’s grace of sanity.