Americans love a buffet. It may be the traditional Thanksgiving feast laid out at grandma’s house. Or perhaps one prefers the dozens of options available at the Chinese restaurant. In either case, we love the choices before us.
When we have choices of what we are going to eat, we normally select those items that we like the best. I’d much rather have barbeque brisket and fried okra than I would a grilled piece of chicken. And my dessert preference would be pie and ice cream instead of a single, humble apple.
Too many times I see Christians treating Jesus as though he is a buffet. And I include myself in that group.