You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. 17 This is my command: Love each other.
Yep, I did that. I got on His team. I’m good. I’m cool. I’m with the “In” crowd.” I made the right choice.. and the Lord says, “No. You did not choose me. I’m the Captain. I chose the team and I chose you. And I am the one who’s put you exactly where I want you in this Game of Life.
And not only that here’s the game plan:
- Go bear fruit that holds up to the test of time.
- Ask me for what you need to do that.
And here’s the rules:
I’ve always been pretty athletic (I grew up with an athletic brother so I simply had to be…for survival purposes). But here’s the deal, I was never the last chosen. I didn’t have to stand there waiting with held breath shamed by the pecking order. I was never the dead last “Loser.” In fact, I was often “the Chooser.” And I am ashamed to say now, I cared more about winning, (and saving face with my growing team), than I did for the ones who looked hopefully up at me, wiggling their raised hands and desperate hearts hoping beyond hope to be chosen.
I’m not proud I only thought about winning when hearts were being trampled at my call.
What if, in this game we call Life, we changed this sad “usual” and became the unusual?
What if we followed our Captains’ lead and let the last go first?
What if we rallied behind the dejected and rejected, the crusty and over ripe “unlovelies”?
What if we welcomed the lost like the strip clubs and bars do, only without a two drink minimum?
What if we made our team with the profane and the pornographic, the cutthroat and the dissident and all the “tax collectors and prostitutes” of our day?
What if we loved the lowly in truth and deed, holding out our hands until they trusted we wouldn’t yank them away, or drag them where they weren’t ready to go.
What if we lived our lives remembering this: we didn’t choose Him. He chose us.
And Lord knows, we weren’t chosen us on any merit of our own.
We didn’t earn his love
and nor will we lose it.
But, bottom line, our Captain chose us to give us a job to do:
LOVE him and love others.
And he gave us every. resource. we. will. ever. need…to do the job well:
Oh Lord, help us love like you did. Help us remember who’s Captain. Help us play by the rules… with your kind of love that leads to pouring out lives out for others.
Yet for the joy that was set before Him… He endured
and because of you we can too. Help us, Lord.