Showing posts with label Chosen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chosen. Show all posts

Thursday

Not Chosen


Have you ever been the last person chosen?

I have.

It was during 6th grade PE class. We were choosing teams for softball, and Cathy, the prettiest, most popular, and most athletic girl was one of the captains (of course--chosen by the teacher). As she and the other captain sized up the class and began selecting their teams, I was passed over time and time again. 

Skinny, with glasses and long gangling arms and legs, I certainly didn't exude athletic prowess. To Cathy's relief, there was an odd number of players, and I was chosen last by the other team captain. I could almost hear her sigh of relief at being spared the embarrassment of having me on her team

I was assigned to right field--the spot on the field that seldom sees any action. Most balls are hit into left field by right-handed hitters, so I'm sure my captain thought it was the safest place for the player least likely to succeed. After all, if a ball never came my way, I certainly couldn't miss a catch, right?

She forgot one very important fact.

Cathy was a left-handed hitter.

As she stepped up to the plate and oriented her body toward right field, I could see her triumphant, confident grin. She knew she consistently hit the ball into right field. She also knew that I was the only player standing between her and at least a double, maybe even a home run.

I could hear my captain's groan as she realized her fatal error.

Cathy confidently raised her bat, the pitcher released the ball, and she connected with a loud crack, sending the ball straight toward  me.

More out of self-defense than anything else, I stuck the glove in front of my face, closing my eyes until I felt the sharp thwack of the softball hitting my glove. I opened my eyes to the open-mouthed look of disbelief on Cathy's face and the cheers of my teammates.

It was a grand and glorious moment.

The next day in PE class, Cathy picked me first.

You may feel like I did on that first day of PE class. You may feel sorely lacking in skills, personality, or giftedness. You may look around you at others who seem to be everything you are not and feel passed over. If you do, God has some words of encouragement for you.

"Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth.  But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things-- and the things that are not-- to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before Him" 1 Corinthians 1:26-30.

If you are feeling foolish, weak, lowly, or despised, take heart. God has chosen you for both His kingdom and for His work.

Welcome to the team!


Many thanks to my friend Mandy, who reminded me of this truth just when I needed to hear it :)




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Saturday

CHOSEN

 
 
I marked the date on my calendar and circled it in red.  April 1st.  I knew I would have to wait until at least nine a.m. before checking the website to see if I had won.  I had submitted yet another entry in a scholarship competition to attend the She Speaks Writers conference, and April 1st was the day they would announce the winner.
 
At one second after 9 a.m. I logged onto the website and whispered one more prayer for God’s will and the grace to accept whatever that was. . .
 
I dutifully read the preliminary words about how each writer was a winner even if they weren’t chosen, and how difficult it had been to choose the winner out of 160 articles submitted for consideration.  I read the encouragement to “Keep writing.” and “Don’t give up."
 
Then I reached the paragraph that contained the winner’s name. . . 
 
and it wasn’t mine.  
 
I wasn’t chosen.
 
Not chosen.  Not chosen.  Not chosen.  Not good enough.  The words echoed in my head as the breath I had been holding escaped in a sigh of disappointment.
 
And before I could inhale, the words began again.
 
"The God of our fathers has chosen you that you should know His will, and see the Just One, and hear the voice of His mouth.”
 
"You are My witnesses, And My servant whom I have chosen, That you may know and believe Me, And understand that I am He.”
 
“For you are a holy people to the LORD your God, and the LORD has chosen you to be a people for Himself, a special treasure above all the peoples who are on the face of the earth.”
 
“But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;”
 
“You whom I have taken from the ends of the earth, And called from its farthest regions, And said to you, 'You are My servant, I have chosen you and have not cast you away:”
 
I am a winner.  I will keep writing.  And I will not give up.  I am CHOSEN.