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Last One Chosen
Everyone can picture the scene, because everyone has been there. Imagine yourself, ten years old, on the playground at recess, picking teams for basketball. The two biggest kids in the group are always the captains. The big kids get picked first. The athletic ones. The fast ones. The ones who are always ten steps ahead of everyone else. And then, it comes down to one kid---a tiny little girl with glasses and braided pigtails who's just a little too slow to get ahead and not really coordinated enough to dribble or shoot. The last one chosen.
Back in the day when being picked first for basketball was the major sign of really being someone special, I was in luck. I've always been tall and naturally athletic, which put me ahead of the game. I don't remember ever once being the last one chosen. I was usually among the first.
But then I grew up. Things changed. The world doesn't really care all that much anymore that I can sink a three-pointer. The world doesn't grade on what I like to call the Fourth Grade Recess scale. Somedays, I feel like that little girl, chosen last, with tears running down my wind-reddened cheeks, while the rest of the world runs far ahead of me.
Aren't you glad God doesn't grade on that Fourth Grade Recess scale? In fact, He doesn't really grade on any scale at all. God has chosen ALL of us. We are all His children, and the free gift of salvation is available to all of us, from the biggest to the smallest, if only we believe in Him. The fastest isn't placed anywhere ahead of the slowest. God wants us ALL.
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