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You May Have A Reason But Is It A Good Reason?



  When you look at groups that immigrated to the US, it’s not hard to tell they tended to congregate in certain regions or cities.  As these groups took hold of a place you can see why people might flock to that area as they would share a language or might have some family ties. But how did it start?

  For example, why did so many Irish immigrants to America settle in Boston rather than New York? The answer is very simple: The boat fare was $ 6.50 cheaper.

  It amazes me how many decisions that are made, that turn out to have a great effect, are often made for trivial reasons.  My wife chose the college, where we would eventual meet and get married, for the fact that it allowed freshman to not have a roommate. How different would my life be if she had been a little less reclusive?

  The most important decision we make is our faith. How did we arrive at that decision? Is it because we considered the Bible teachings? Have we explored the teaching of our religion? Have we examined to see if what we practice is what is accordance with the word of God and with what we know to be true?

  Or do we just accept our religion since it is what someone once told us? Or it just what our family has been? Or it’s the group that’s most popular in our area?

  Our decision about our faith can large consequences in this life but will matter most in eternity.  What will our reason be before the Lord?
"Not everyone who says to Me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father who is in heaven will enter.”
Matthew 7:21
 Will our answer be ‘I followed the crowd’? Will it because it was the path of least resistance?[i]  Will it be because I didn’t bother to check it out?

Will our reason have any logic or consideration or will it be a trivial reason? Is that how we want to make the most important decision of our life?




[i] Jesus told us that us that’s not the way Matthew 7:12-14

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