Some things just kind of stick in your mind, like when a little boy said, I've learned that it makes me sad when I'm the last one chosen for the team. Have you ever had that happen to you?
I dont remember being picked last, but I remember lots of times when I thought I would be. It was like being kicked in the stomach. The last one chosenits just public disgrace; it hurts even to talk about it.
What I love about Jesus is that it doesnt matter if I'm poor and dumb and clumsy and ugly. Im still the one he chooses every time!
In John 15, he tells his followers, You didnt choose me, I chose you to produce beautiful fruit, so that whatever you ask of the Father it will be given.
Chosen by God. What good news!