Sunday (two weeks ago)

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, passing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

If this is life then I choose not to choose life, I choose something else.

And the reasons?

There are no reasons when what surrounds us is an efficient machine designed to leach the last spec of goodness out of the soul of everything that breathes or exists.

There can be no reason to choose life if it means consumerist filth defiling the world and despoiling the God given creation we were entrusted to look after.

How can we choose life when in choosing it we sentence to eternal misery those whose only chance of survival is being as servant and supplier of our every need and want?

If this is life I choose not to choose life. I Choose reality.

The reality of the covenant relationship with God.

We are your people and you are our God

Therefore there is a binding contract between human and God. We should be compelled by this covenant to take care of creation, our part of the covenant requires action not words.

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