I have heard it preached that God chose me because he knew before the foundation of the world that I would choose him. That would mean that ultimately I made the choice, not God. It doesn’t matter that God made the choice way back then–time makes no difference to God. If he only chose me because I chose to follow him, then I am the one in control. He is only responding to my choice. But if that’s the case, he is not sovereign. I made the choice, and mine was the deciding factor.
Since I know that I am not in control but God is in control, that can’t be true. Which means that
God Chose Me.
Way back before the first glimmerings of time he decided all by himself, with no input from me, that he wanted me in his kingdom.
Me. In all my lameness.
No spotless lamb here………. No, I’m fundamentally flawed and visibly marred.
I’m not worth much by the world’s standards.
I know all too well that there is nothing in me that can produce something beautiful for God.
He chose the foolish, the weak, the base, the despised–-check them off, one at a time. Yes…that’s me.
Yet God sees something there that the rest of us are unable to see–something that he loves.
He decided that I was precious to him and he wanted me for his child.
I remember the day that I chose to believe in God. At least… I thought I did. I’ve shared the testimony several times, how I peered into the gate of hell and saw that blackness, that desperate, empty, mind-shredding oblivion, and realized that I had no choice but to believe. I simply couldn’t go on living without it. There was no peace without faith in God.
I did see that scene. I did choose. But I really had no choice. It wasn’t my sovereign decision. Who enabled me to make that choice?
God did. All I did was to cry out to God that I needed him, I had to have him, that I couldn’t go on living without him. It was more a realization than a choice. I simply had my eyes opened to the fact that I could not go any farther alone.
The fact that God, who makes no mistakes, chose me is really exciting simply because that makes it possible. Since he chose me, that means that I will make it. He knows all my shortcomings, and whenever I tend to despair about my shallowness and depravity, my faults and scars and blemishes, I have to remember that he knows all about them. In fact, he sees the ugliness that I don’t even know about–the deep dark places of my soul that I can’t even admit exist.
And in spite of that, he chose me, and he is supremely able to shape me into the being that will be his perfect child.
Because he chose me, I am able to blossom and eventually bear the fruit that he desires.
But I am so impatient. I get frustrated because I don’t see the fruit in my life. I shake the bars of my earthly cage and howl in frustration that I cannot become perfect. I forget that not all fruit grows on trees in plain sight. Perhaps my fruit is more like a potato…or a peanut… which grows underground and you can’t really tell until harvest time exactly what is there.
Whenever I get discouraged and feel like I’m letting him down, I have to remember that
I can’t possibly let God down….
because I am not holding him up!
He is the one who is supporting me, and never will let me down. When I fail, there is a purpose. He is showing me how hopeless I am without him. And when I have learned that lesson yet again, he gently guides me into a new opportunity:
Come on child, try again.
And this time, don’t rush in all by yourself.
Lean on me.
Follow my lead.
Let me fight the battle.
Thank you, Abba
for choosing me.
I don’t know why you did
I know I have never deserved it
but thank you anyway.
Help me trust you
and not run ahead of you.
Teach me more about you
so that I may know you
and the power of your
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