To Be Chosen


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I think from the time we are very young each of us has an innate desire to be chosen. We want someone to pick us for the team or to choose us first for something or some reason. Too many of us recall the embarrassment of being the last one chosen for the game or team. It probably wasn’t meant to be personal, but it felt that way. I know I have memories of the “Red Rover” game in the church parking lot at VBS and teaming up for kick ball at recess on the playground at school. I was never athletic and never a fast runner so I was never picked first and often last of all.


Those early memories create a fear that we are not good enough. It stalks us throughout our school years. It doesn’t just happen on the playground, but it happens when tryouts occur for the musical or a play. It happens when tryouts for “first chair” in your section of the band are announced. It happens when you go to the first school dance and discover they aren’t doing just “line dancing”.


The truth each of us comes to grips with is that we will be in this spot of wanting to be chosen over and over again throughout our lifetime. It happens as adults when we desire to be part of a particular committee or small group study. It happens when the church choir’s anthem has a solo part to be sung. It happens when job interviews are on the line. It happens when scholarships are being decided. It happens when we want to be considered for a promotion or move up in the company when someone retires or leaves.


Of course it also happens when we want a particular person to choose us as a lifetime IMG_2335partner and wants us to marry. A nagging fear can creep in that we are not wanted or desired if that doesn’t happen early or perhaps at all.


While I was reading Luke 6 during my devotions a few days ago, I saw it again. It’s the passage where Jesus is choosing His disciples and there in verse 13 we read, “And when day came, he called his disciples and chose from them twelve, whom he named apostles.” The names of the disciples, the 12, that we have come to know so well were chosen. What struck me when I was reading the passage this time was the phrase before those 12 were chosen. It seems clear when He called His disciples there were likely more there than the 12 the verse says He chose. If that is true, what became of them? Did they still follow Him?


We know by reading the gospels that later others were called. At one point we read about 72 being called and sent out. In that case and in the case I have pointed out, these disciples are nameless to us today. What caused Jesus to choose the particular 12 men who became the apostles who tell the stories of His ministry on the earth? I wonder.


Did He choose those 12 because He knew their hearts were open and responsive to Him? Did He know they would follow Him? None of them were scholars. Did He see them as more teachable somehow? We cannot know, but we do know that time and time again scripture points to our hearts as His primary concern. He has no interest in religious acts and traditions that come from what we think we should do. He wants to woo our hearts to Him and as an omnipotent and omniscient God, surely He would know who would respond.


I was perhaps like some of you, wanting to be chosen and unsure I would be. The BEST news was learning that Jesus chose me. The important question was whether I would choose Him.


To come to the realization that despite every flaw, failing, or false self I had ever been, He really wanted me…blew my mind.


Too often we miss that He chooses us because of who He is and because it is His nature to love and show grace and mercy to us.


After all, our condition doesn’t surprise Him!


He made us!


It is we that must humble ourselves and come to grips with who we are and more importantly, who we are not. Once we do, we need never let the shadows of doubt and fear overtake us.


If the God of the universe has chosen us, if the King of Kings is preparing a place for us in His eternal Kingdom, we can rest in the sure knowledge that we are wanted, desired, valued…valued enough for Jesus to die for us.


Choosing Him means He has already chosen us!!!!!!!








20 thoughts on “To Be Chosen

  1. Oh Pam, being chosen is definitely something we all long for. When it came to softball teams, I was always chosen first, but if it was basketball or soccer, well, then no one wanted me … ugh. Thanks for sharing at #Unite where we are neighbors today.

    1. Always delighted to be on your radar screen and connect with you, Debbie! Thanks for your kind comments! Will connect on tomorrow on your linkup!

  2. I was the last one chosen also:) I’m so glad God chooses me and it’s not based on what I’m not. He can see what I can’t and knows my potential. Isn’t that amazing?

  3. “valued enough for Jesus to die for us.”
    How forgetful we can be of such an amazing truth. Lord, forgive us for taking your wonderful love for us for granted, for in so doing, we have sinned against You. Thank you for choosing us and calling us to be a part of Your family.

  4. Thank you so much for your insights. I keep working on accepting an individual relationship with the Lord instead of feeling like “i was chosen as a collective group of humanity”. To feel chosen as an individual for a greater purpose when life’s circumstances have weighed heavy can be difficult. Keep smiling and praying right?

    1. Yes, and also standing on the truth of His Word. Here is one example of many! In Isa. 49:16 in a passage about the restoration of Israel, the prophet speaks in that time and place of restoration that God has engraved the Jewish people on the palms of His hands. He compares whether or not He will forget Israel to a mother who is nursing and would obviously not forget her child. If this promise is true (and it is), would He also not want to reassure you that the nails in the palms of the hands of Jesus are His remembrance of you to be sure you could come to Him through grace and never be without His love!

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