Ever been the kid who stands in the pack at school while two team captains pick who they want on their team? The biggest, fastest, best ones first. Wasn’t it good when a mate of yours was chosen first and influenced the Captain to pick you?And wasn’t it really bad when you get picked last. Even worse is when you get ‘given’ to the other side by the captain whose turn was to pick you last.
“Pick me! Pick me!”, is the cry of the pack.
As a kid, I really hated those other bigger, faster, best picked kids, and at first, the Captain. I empathised with the remaining pack. But I loved it, once I was picked…
“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. John 15:18,19
The ‘world’ is like that pack of waiting kids. The Captain is the one ‘hated first’.
But Jesus chose me. He chose YOU.
Did you accept the invitation to play? (If not, you can accept HERE.)
If you did accept, are you ready to play the Game?