FEATURE ARTICLE
By Charlie Courtois
Here God Paints His Beauty
The Abundance of Life Is About Choices
We
start making choices somewhere between the age of seven and nine. I
remember the first bad choice I got caught in when I was in the first
grade. I told a lie, and I got caught. Did it stop me from making bad
choices? Sometimes I thought about not doing something because of past
experience, but now when I reflect on some of my pretty rotten choices I
come up with the idea that I was either dumb or just plain hardheaded.
As
the years pile up the choices become more and more important, and it
seems that the choices never end. Should I hang around with this one or
that one. Should I reveal this or that to my parents? Then of course
there is the coverup, and then, that failing and I get exposed for my
misdeed. Finally, the teens are over, and now young adulthood brings on
graver and harder choices. Then who to go to work for, and what kind of
things should I spend my money on, and, before you know it, some of the
earlier choices I made go sour, and then the piper has to be paid.
Adulthood
begins to take its toll. Our poor choices begin to interfere with our
duties and responsibilities in life. In my case my parents were drowning
themselves in their daily booze consumption, and there was definitely
not any reason to turn to them for advice. Financial obligations were
driving my life faster than I wanted, and the consequences of the rotten
choices were piling up and choking me.
Along
comes the military obligation which I thought I had avoided through
scheming and trying to beat the system. I failed, and lost control to
Uncle Sam, but I made what turned out to be a very good choice and the
Army became like my family, well not quite, but the food, shelter, and
sick-care came as part of the required service, and when the Bay of Pigs
came along in the 60's, JFK added another year of mandatory service. I
wrote a letter to an old flame in Long Beach to share some of my German
experiences while I was recuperating in the hospital, and within a few
weeks this old flame started a fire and before I knew what hit me, I was
completely and totally involved. Coincidentally, she and my father
arrived within an hour of one and other at the Frankfurt am Main
airport. Dad's visit was a total surprise, and how things developed from
then on is a total blur. Dad went back to France quickly, and my flame
and I became intimate way to fast. But, that train left the station
before I could halt it.
Marriage
was forced upon us, and that was a huge choice which I made that was
wrong. So, things were really horrible. All my own choosing ,which
turned out to be irreversible, wrong choice, after wrong choice, and the
sad part was that I never really admitted to myself that I caused every
bit of my own misery. Seventeen years later my first wife threw in the
towel and filed for divorce, albeit the whole process was devastating it
finally was over and all of those rotten choices reared their ugly
heads once again, and thank goodness for one really loyal friend who
rented me a room to stay in at a reasonable cost that I could afford.
Slowly,
but surely I began to see some light at the end of the tunnel. Why? I
stumbled in some of my first choices, but I was finally able to take
charge of my own existence when I made the hard choices. Before I took
the easy way out, the most expedient, and after a few years of clearing
up the financial disasters, my over-due payroll and income taxes, the
scary choices, were no longer scary; it was the natural thing to do.
Once I buckled down to following my plan, executing my plan, and seeing
the fruits of my efforts, along with making some very hard,
uncomfortable choices, I never looked back. I found that whatever scary
choices I faced, I never again hesitated. Thirty-three years later my
new mate and me have enjoyed a wonderful life together without even an
argument or cross words. It must be because of her, because I am no
saint for sure.
Not
until I got kicked in the teeth over and over did I recognize where I
was going wrong in my choices. Yes, experience turned out to be the
great equalizer, and without plenty of it, none of us will ever achieve
the successes that I was finally able to achieve. Fourteen years ago my
wife and I joined a church and year by year we have given back to the
Lord what he mercifully gave us all of our lives. Christ has blessed us
abundantly, and we continue to do his work now without thought of
ourselves. It is just how we live now. I have finally learned to put the
Lord first in my life! Thanks be to God.