Journal Entry.

Again and again in my life I have had to face CHOICES. At one stage in my life it was English Literature or Jesus. Though I was a medical student, I had a passion for literature. I even tried to collect first editions of Victorian novelists. I read late into the night, so late that I would be no use the next day. Good literature was an escape for me. I was not reading it as it should be read but drugging my mind in soporific clouds of words.

But God had shown me something of his own treasures and my heart craved them. In some dim way I perceived that my weakness for fiction interfered with my capacity to follow Christ. So I packed all the 18th and 19th century novelists and poets into a great crate and gave them to a friend who was majoring in English. She gave me an angpow. I was left with a sense of relief and gratitude.I have never questioned the sanity of that decision. Today, books that are crammed untidily on all my bookselves and litter every room in my house, I did the same thing. That no longer hinder me making once quite a decision because I made a good choice.CHOICES IN LIFE.