From the television series The Chosen
You believe in God. Good. But does God believe in you?
It would be a gross understatement to say I was not a bigtime sporto in high school. In P.E. class, the moment our coach appointed baseball captains, they would hold “choose-ups.” Team Captain One would say, “I choose Bobby Awesome.” Then Team Captain Two would say, “I choose Dave Superjock,” etc. And so it would go, until there were only a few guys left. I was nearly always one of those guys—the creamless of the crop. In fact, sometimes I was the last guy chosen. Correction: the last guy isn’t actually “chosen,” he’s a left-over, the one Team Two gets stuck with.
But one time my friend Joe was team captain, and for reasons known only to Joe…he chose me! Right off the bat (note clever baseball reference). And he did it when there were still bonafide ballplayers left to choose from! He chose me—the guy who, as Mr. Berry might put it, “never learned to throw a ball so well, but he could play the guitar just like a-ringin’ a bell.” (Which doesn’t count for a lot in baseball.)
For some reason, Joe believed in me. And that changed everything. I started playing like…well, like I could actually play. And finally, on my last at-bat, I hit a real, gen-u-wine homerun! Call it luck if you like, but I knew better. It was because Joe believed in me…
And that changed everything.
Being chosen by God means God believes in you, and that you can succeed at what he’s called you to do! But wait–not sure you’re chosen? Here’s how to tell: Do you want to be, really want to be? Do you want to know and love and glorify God more than anything else? Then, guess what? He’s chosen you. And being chosen by God…