I love the enthusiasm of a roomful of grade “sixers” when you ask a series of questions and hands go flailing all over the place, they jump up and down and scream out, “Pick me, pick me!” We like to get picked because it makes us feel, needed, important and part of the team.
We often picked teams at the baseball diamond with the old toss the bat and the guy who get the top part of it picks first and then we would form sides. Who would get picked first? Who would get stuck with Arnie (because he couldn’t catch a ball!) It always made me feel good to get picked near the top of the “food chain” which meant I wasn’t as good as Jack or Davie but I at least made the cut and wasn’t chosen last. It feels good to be chosen. In Bible college that was our class name. We selected the Greek word “Eklektoi” which means chosen from John 15:16 where Jesus said, “You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you.”
Jesus has answered our cry to “pick me, pick me!” By choosing us the Lord has placed great value on who we are as people and the tremendous potential of accomplishing meaningful, lasting service. That’s one for the team!