For He (God) chose us to be in Him
(Jesus) before the creation of the world to be Holy
and Blameless in His sight. (Ephesians 1:4)
That
word “chosen” absolutely amazes me. Growing
up, I was rarely chosen for anything. I
knew what it was like to be “unchosen” – especially when it came to
sports. As a little girl, I wore big clunky
shoes with braces fitted in them, because my feet were “broken.” At least that was my perspective. So, I didn’t
participate in athletics the way a lot of kids did growing up. So, at recess or gym class, whenever a game
began, team captains were awarded the honors of picking their teams. Remember what that was like? We all lined up, and one by one they chose
their teammates. Everyone knew that the
last couple remaining were the worst ever players in the whole wide world. The one who wasn’t picked was even worse than
the worst, and most of the times, their names weren’t ever called. They just walked, head hanging to the other
side. Let’s just say, I understand how it feels to not be picked.
But, God chose me. He chose you. Not only did He choose us, but He hand-picked us before He ever created the world. At that time, when the earth was without form and void, He knew your name (Isaiah 43:2, “I call you by name.” I don’t understand it. Yet out of all the people who would be born, somehow, He knew my heart. He knew your heart, and looked inside of you, and said, “I pick __________ (here'’ where you insert your name) to be holy and blameless.” That is how He sees you… That is who you are – a blameless and holy creation. After some consideration of this fact, I wrote the following poem. I pray the meaning of being a chosen one becomes much clearer to you:
But, God chose me. He chose you. Not only did He choose us, but He hand-picked us before He ever created the world. At that time, when the earth was without form and void, He knew your name (Isaiah 43:2, “I call you by name.” I don’t understand it. Yet out of all the people who would be born, somehow, He knew my heart. He knew your heart, and looked inside of you, and said, “I pick __________ (here'’ where you insert your name) to be holy and blameless.” That is how He sees you… That is who you are – a blameless and holy creation. After some consideration of this fact, I wrote the following poem. I pray the meaning of being a chosen one becomes much clearer to you:
It’s
hard to see
Why God
chose meBefore the world began
But He looked in my heart and set me apart
And called me to be part of His plan.
Though
I was crippled and lame,
Still
forth He came-His finger pointed at me.
“It’s you I choose,
Come, you’ve nothing to lose –
A part of my team, you’ll be.”
I
looked around
There
were others to be foundMuch more worthy than I’d ever be.
“Lord, is it not a mistake?
There are others to take…
Look closer, I think you’ll agree.”
I
trembled with fear,
But His
response was clearAs compassion filled His eyes.
“No mistake! You’re my choice.”
My heart soared and rejoiced.
I felt humbled, uniquely prized.
Whom He
calls – He justifies –
Justifies
– glorifies.He is for us! We’re precious to Him.
Not one can charge us.
Not one can condemn us.
We’re transformed by His love within.
So faithful I’ll be,
To the One who chose me
Who sees me as nobody sees.
My heart I give.
My life to live,
To proclaim His excellencies!
(1
Peter 1:1-2, 1 Peter 2:9, Romans 8:29-33, Eph. 1:4)
2) I am known by name.
3) I am holy.
4) I am blameless (more on these last two later).
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