Dan Lightfoot

When Choice Becomes God

Deu 30:19

A. God is the author of choice. He created Satan to give us a choice & so make us like God. And in choosing rightly, we become more & more like Him. Too often, we choose wrongly. Throughout our lives "we are faced with agonizing decisions -- moral choices. But we define ourselves by the choices we make. We are, in fact, the sum total of our choices." (prof. Levy, Crimes & Misdemeanors)

B. But you & I are engaged in a great civil war because our society has made choice its god.

C. A history summarizes 1914 ff: ...new gods arose to claim the loyalties of secular people. NAZISM exalted the state; COMMUNISM worshipped the party; AMERICAN DEMOCRACY revered the individual's rights.

D. Introduce book: When Choice Becomes God by F. LaGard Smith.

E. A scenario of choice: (Gene Perret, Arizona Highways)

"Smoking or non?" (Non)

"Indoors or outdoors this evening?" (in)

"Main dining room, enclosed patio or solarium?" (solarium)

"View overlooking the golf course, the sunset on the lake or the majestic mountains? (Whatever)

Waiter (Paul) comes. "I'm just a meat & potatoes guy, so I'll have the filet mignon and a baked potato."

"Soup or salad?" (Salad)

"Mixed green salad, hearts of palm or a very fine endive salad with baby shrimp?" (mixed green)

"Dressing? We have creamy Italian, blue cheese, vinaigrette, Thousand Island, honey Dijon, Ranch..." (surprise me)

"And your baked potato..." I knew what was coming. "I just want the baked potato dry, you under-stand? I don't want anything on it."

"No butter? No sour cream?" (No.)



"No chives?" (No!) "Don't you understand Eng-lish?" I shouted. "I don't want any-thing on it. Just bring me a baked potato and a steak."

"Would you prefer the six-, eight- -or 12-ounce steak, sir?" (Whatever)

"Would you like that rare, medium rare, medium, medium well or well done? Or, if you prefer, we can butterfly it for you."



"Which brings up the vegetables, sir. Would you like steamed broccoli, creamed corn, sauteed zucchini, diced carrots "

That did it. I threw my napkin to the floor, stood up, put my face right in his arrogant kisser & said, How'd you like to settle this outside?"

"Fine with me, sir. Would you prefer the park-ing lot, the side alley or the street in front?" "I prefer right here," I said, & sucker-punched him.

He ducked, then countered with a left hook. It was the first time all night he hadn't offered me a selection. When I regained my senses, I saw the very concerned maitre d' right in front of my nose. He apologized and

offered to buy my dinner, call the paramedics