Outside of choice is acceptance.
Because to choose anything is also to reject everything else. And the love of God is not rejection.
The love of God is acceptance; as the love of life is acceptance. And the gift of acceptance is pleasure. But to get there, this place of outside of choice, requires one—and only one. There is exactly one choice to make for the Christian. EVER. But the Christian's singleness of choice does not diminish his freedom or power, rather it releases, reveals, and explodes it. This one solitary choice places him exactly at the fulcrum, changing the course of the universe. The solitary door, the singular choice of mankind is this: whether to obey or not. And that is no small feat because it is death. Death to one’s own will in order to live in another’s. But not in a hateful, spiteful way, pitted always in enmity of the other; rather in fealty to the other. A friendly obeisance and one freely given. An obedience in love and trust.
The sailor’s hand is at the rudder and every moment the force and lover of the wind, he whom abides and is the wind speaks as captain of the vessel: talking, asking, whispering, shouting, commanding, guiding the sailor. And the sailor makes a choice: He loves. He trusts. He obeys the will of the wind over his own. And together they go; the sailor and the wind.