Pick Me!

Do you remember that feeling, in third grade, when the teacher lined everyone up against the wall, appointed two team captains, and told them to choose teams? Man, I hated those times. My palms got all sweaty, and I could barely breathe. Pick me, pick me, please pick me. If the teams were athletic, I was often the last picked. But I just loved it when they were choosing for the spelling bee, because then, I was the first choice!

It feels good to be chosen. It doesn’t matter if it is for a sports team, a spelling bee, or a job, we all want to be picked. We all want to feel wanted, needed, loved. And it doesn’t matter how old we get, or how successful we are, deep down, we all still get that sweaty-palm feeling any time we are thrust into a new situation. We all fear rejection. We all want to be chosen.

Today is Good Friday. Now, I know some of you who are reading this may not give any thought to this day, other than the fact that many of you get a day off. But whether you give any thought to the reason for this day or not, the fact remains. This day, nearly 2,000 years ago, is the day that changed the world.


This is the day God chose us.

Now, I’m not a theologian. I don’t hold a fancy degree in biblical studies, and I certainly don’t claim to have all the answers. But honestly, folks. The idea that God chose me just blows my mind.

Why would He do that?

I wouldn’t have done that. If I were God, and the very same people who had waved palm branches and shouted my praises just a few days earlier suddenly turned on me, if they spat on me when I had done nothing wrong, if they shouted my curses and called for my death, even though they knew I was innocent – I would have zapped them all. Seriously, I would have. I guess that’s why I’m not God.

Today, we remember that He chose us. Instead of condemning us, He loved us. Instead of leaving us to our own godless ways, He chose to show us a better way.

He let us kill Him.

And then, to show that His love and His power were stronger than death, He rose again.

And it gets even better.

Now, the God of the Universe has put Himself on the wall, so to speak, and He wants us to choose Him. He sits on His throne in heaven, and says, pick Me, pick Me, please pick Me . . .

If He had wanted to, God could have created a bunch of robots who have no choice but to love Him. But He didn’t. He chose us, and now He stretches out His arm in a divine invitation to choose Him back. And when we do, when we accept His love, all of heaven rejoices! He lifts us up, cleans us off, and adopts us right into His family. Then, He begins His work in us, making us more like Him, creating in us a family resemblance so that all the world can see – we have been chosen.

Ephesians 1:4 “For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight.”

6 Responses to Pick Me!

  1. April 10, 2009 #

    This is a beautiful Good Friday message. Thanks for sharing the truth so plainly.

  2. April 10, 2009 #

    It’s an incredible thought . . . that He chose us.

  3. April 10, 2009 #

    Beautiful, beautiful post! I completely agree and feel the same, but your words really touched me.

  4. April 10, 2009 #

    Thanks, Aleta. The thought of it leaves me in awe.

  5. April 10, 2009 #

    I love the thought of a family resemblance among believers. Makes me want to be more careful when I might be feeling cranky so that I’m always recognized as one of His!

    Have a wonderful Easter, Renae!

  6. April 10, 2009 #

    Thanks, Cheryl. It’s a big name to live up to, isn’t it?

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