“Sometimes life calls us to make a 100% commitment to something about which we are 51% sure.”
– Albert Camus
“You decide. I don’t care.”
We were having the conversation. Again. That one. When neither of us cares enough to make a decision. Or wants to invest energy to think about it. Or wants to be blamed if it turns out bad.
Usually it’s over trivial things. Which restaurant to go to. Whether to get the oil changed this week or next. Or, this time, which seats to choose for the Aaron Shust concert.
(I confess I used to toss the final throw back to my husband with this clincher—“You’re the man.” He hates when I do that. I understand. I’m trying to break the habit.)
Making decisions, even small ones, can be taxing. Especially when we don’t have all the information needed to do it.
If we choose row 6, will a family of giants come sit in row 5? Would an aisle seat be better for Jenna to take photos? Maybe the balcony has better acoustics than the floor seating.
But we can’t always wait for 100% clarity.
Including on matters of faith.
Let’s stop being scared of being wrong.
We all have moments we wonder, “What if I’m wrong on this?” And we do need to think things through.
But if we wait until we’re totally, absolutely, positively sure that we’re right, we’ll miss opportunities to do good. God may move his work somewhere else, to someone else more willing to take a leap of faith.
Even if we make a poor decision, isn’t his grace rich enough to redeem that too?
If in doubt, err on the side of grace. For love.
Not on the side of legalism. Out of fear.
Throw yourself on God’s mercy. It has, it is, and it will cover you.
Our seats at the concert? They turned out to be great ones for worshiping alongside Aaron Shust. And I don’t even remember who made the decision.
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