Cherry-pick: (v) to selectively choose (the most beneficial items) from what is available.
Living in an era when social slop is often offered as emotional cuisine, it is sometimes difficult to ascertain the bad from the good and call it ugly.
Matter of fact, upon reading the word “cherry-pick” this morning, a negative feeling came over me–images of prissy people sitting around
choosing their favorites based upon preference in design and structure.
People often say that I cherry-pick my political views, missions and certainly my spirituality. So to those critics, let me say with full-throated confidence:
You are right.
I have no idea if what I believe about government would actually work, but in my mind it is certainly preferable to the “dance of the dunce” that we presently parade in Washington, D.C.
I don’t know if I am any kind of expert on television, movies and entertainment–I just know that I don’t like anything that doesn’t both entertain and inspire me.
And I certainly cannot contend that the Gospel I believe in is completely in line with the one that was in the mind of the Nazarene who strolled the Earth in loincloth so many centuries ago. But after many years of living, I believe it is still the good news that actually functions in the hearts of all cultures.
It is time we begin to cherry-pick:
Start liking movies for their content instead of who stars in them or who directs them.
Begin to believe in ideas, not because 25,000 people gather to cheer them on, but because they are full of mercy and grace.
Listen to music that stuns our consciousness with an immersion of human awareness instead of merely demonstrating the height and breadth of technology.
I am a cherry-picker–and because of that, I have found my life to be fruitful.