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.
 
 

