Waiting to be Picked. Wishing to Choose.

We all want to be picked, to be chosen. We all wish, as well, to choose. There is validity there, coming round to Christ’s words, “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit–fruit that will last.”  (John 15:16)  We are all chosen. Every one of the 7 billion souls.  But do we all “choose?”

That choosing is not about a faith call per se.  I see God’s call much more concerned with being awake … or not.  The awake people I know seem to be ever so completely present not only in their own skins but in their own lives, and as well completely present out to and in to the world around them.

What does it look like to make that kind of choice?  I imagine the words of TS Elliot speak far more clearly to it than I ever could hope.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood

We will be  asked to that dance of course.  And what will we choose?

 

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