As they were walking along the road, a man said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” He said to another man, “Follow me.” But he replied, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” Still another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but first let me go back and say goodbye to my family.” Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.”
Do we choose to follow Jesus?
Do we know that it is a choice that we are asked to make?
Jesus won't force us into following him and he will keep requesting but never force.
How does that feel, to know it's all in your own hands?
Suddenly it makes the reality of faith very real doesn't it.
I choose to follow Jesus every day, I choose to accept his love completely.
I have never made such easy and worthwhile choices.