We recently made a schooling decision for our older son that is taking a lot of courage to communicate, in the face of most people’s inability to understand why we would possibly ever make that decision and are we crazy!? It occurred to me just tonight, now that we’ve gone and done it and can’t go back, that I’ve spent my whole life trying to always make the right decision but I think there’s really just a right decision among many right decisions.
Did we make THE right decision for our son? Who knows. Did we make A right decision? I think so. And that’s good enough.
Did God and the spirit feel this way about Mary? Did they pick the right Israelite virgin to bear their earthly/unearthly son? Is there another version of the story in which a people other than the Jewish race are God’s chosen? What a weird story to have to explain to small people amidst the confusion of commercialism and presents.
I’ve learned recently about the Many-Worlds theory, an way of interpreting quantum mechanics to mean that there are, essentially, multiverses in which all the decisions we didn’t make in this timeline exist in another branch of reality. This sounds about as crazy as the Christmas story, and so, since my life has been built on Biblical tales and explanations for the universe, I don’t have much of a problem with the discovery that there are other me out there, having made better or worse decisions. A decision, not the decision.
This Christmas, I’m choosing to be glad that Jesus came to this universe, in my timeline. Don’t sweat the small stuff, ya know?
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