….The judge returned to his seat. The defendant rose, a smug look on his face. The jury hadn’t been able to reach a verdict based on the evidence in place. He looked at the judge head-on knowing that he was gonna be able to walk right out of the courtroom and continue living his life the way he had been.
The judge looked at the defendant and smirked. “We all know of the defendant’s habits, and life choices. I have declared him guilty based on the evidence and the state of his heart,” the judge said.
The defendant never lost face, though on the inside his heart skipped a beat as he thought of the fact that he might lose this time.
“The choice is simple, young man. You must choose between…life…and death. Both have consequences far beyond what you can imagine,” the judge warned.
The defendant paused, as he knew he should, and replied, “I choose life, sir. But I wish to continue doing things the way I have been.”
“That is not your choice to make, young man. Life has consequences. You chose life and for that, you will have to make some changes in your own,” the judge replied.
The moral of that little story is this: when we choose life over death we are no longer in control of our own lives. We have to make changes.