As I was reflecting on my childhood I thought I would share some thoughts with you. I remember that in school we had PE class and that I enjoyed PE. Although I was not athletic and I really did not do a whole lot of things well I still enjoyed PE class. I liked playing games such as kickball, capture the flag, grab the bacon, dodge ball (a favorite) and prison ball (another favorite). I guess maybe I liked PE because I did not have to think or maybe because I did not have to sit still or probably because I did not have to be quiet (which has been a problem throughout life). Regardless I still liked PE. There is one thing, however, that I hated about PE. One thing that could have warped me for life and if I were some liberal with all kinds of problems I would probably have sued the school over the mental anguish this causes kids. This one thing was so demoralizing, discouraging, and downright cruel that I cannot understand how it ever took place in a public institution. That of course was the cruel act of choosing teams. IT WAS FINE when the PE teacher counted you off and all the 1’s went to the left and all the 2’s went to the right or when she put certain teams together by her own wisdom but the ugly act of choosing two different kids to choose their own teams was so demeaning and mean that words cannot express my horror at this very act. I did not possess the abilities that any one wanted on their team and I did not have particularly close friends that wanted me. I was good (at least I thought I was) but it seemed (although probably not true) that I was always the last one to be standing with the wimpiest, scrawniest, little kid that no one liked. I was never chosen first, I was never picked first, always last or at least close to last because no one saw in me anything that they needed or wanted. That brings me to a magnificent truth that is so simple but deep and rich that it burns within me like a consuming wildfire burning out of control. And that truth is that GOD CHOSE ME! Just like He chose Noah to build an ark, Abraham and Sarah to birth his nation, Joseph to protect that small nation during time of famine, and Moses to lead that great nation out of bondage, and Joshua to follow after Moses and to lead them into the Promised Land, YES GOD CHOSE ME! Just like God chose Samson to save Israel from the Philistines, and Gideon to deliver them from the Midianites, and Samuel to restore integrity to the priesthood, YES GOD CHOSE ME!! Just like He Chose Elijah, Elisha, David, and Solomon, Daniel, Hosea, Jeremiah, and all the other prophets GOD CHOSE ME!!! Just like he chose John the Baptist, and his disciples, and Paul and all the fellow-helpers GOD CHOSE ME!!!! Yes in Ephesians 1:4 Paul said “According as he hath chosen us in him . . .” and you know what - God picked me first “Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you” John 15:16. Yes, we have been chosen by God for the work of this time. No one else may see what we have to offer and no one else may care but God who sees not as man seeth but looks on the heart (I Samuel 16:7) has chosen us – all of us – to do His work at this time. He has not chosen too many of the wise, mighty, or noble (I Corinthians 1:26), but has chosen the foolish, weak, base, despised things and things that are not (v27&28) so “That no flesh should glory in his presence” v29. Isn’t it wonderful to be chosen by Him to be picked by Him and to be given a work picked by Him. I am glad He chose Noah, Elijah, David, the Disciples, Paul and all the rest of them. And I am glad that GOD CHOSE YOU – but from the depths of my soul I am forever grateful that GOD CHOSE ME.
Chad W. Sellers