It was a last-minute trip to Green Lawn Dates for dried fruit. As we came in, the shop was buzzing. Firshad, our first-choice assistant was in. The stage was set for a quick in-and-out shopping experience. My plan changed when I was asked to choose. While I had my favourite ripe dates, there were eleven options for another choice. Which one?
I knew from my last trip how I should experience the dates on display. Reaching for a fresh double-shot size cup of Arabic coffee, I began to consider my options. Even as I considered, I was offered several ripe date options on top of the eleven. This was challenging and important. As I sipped, considering my choices, and the taste of date after date, life whispered.
One choice happens in many ways. In the one you buy, the one you promise to buy on the next trip, and the one you smile and describe to individuals who know the nuances far better than yourself. With this trip, I know what I came home with. I have a strong view of what I am going to try next. I also have several that I will consider again.
To the store, only one choice matters. The assistants are looking to make a sale. Firshad will remember mine. It is highly likely we will start sampling with my promise date along with the other ones I enjoyed. The initial votes are leading indicators for the vote that the store is looking for.
Every vote counts. It is easy to think my choices do not matter, but they set the stage for what will follow. This is true for the dates I enjoy as well as life outside of Green Lawn. There is an old warning which comes to mind with the story beyond; considering the barrage of choices, eleven and more, “That means you must not give sin a vote in the way you conduct your lives. Don’t give it the time of day.” (Romans 6.12)
As I start my day filled with choices, I know votes matter.
