“For I am the least of the apostles, unworthy to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by God’s grace I am what I am, and His grace toward me was not ineffective.” 1 Corinthians 15: 9-10
As I was looking for another verse, my eyes rested again on these verses printed at the top of the page in my Bible. The handwritten word “beautiful” caught my eye. I wrote it in the margin next to the passage years ago.
For some reason, after I read these verses again this morning I pictured a group of young kids on a playground waiting to be picked for a team. I could see Jesus looking at the line up of kids and His gaze is immediately drawn to the scrawniest and most unlikely of choices. I picture Him cracking a slight, all-knowing smile, pointing to the youngster who is looking down at the ground, kicking the dirt with his shoe and assuming he’ll be standing there for a while. “I choose you” He says.
In Scripture, we see God do this over and over again, Moses, Joseph, David, Paul. Jesus picked folks to use who made the people around Him either shake their head in disbelief or shake their fist in anger.
What I love about the Easter season is it reminds me of how Jesus lived his life and then departed as one of these same characters. He was the least likely choice to be Savior. He was just a carpenter from the “nothing good comes out of that town” Bethlehem. He didn’t wear a crown or royal robes. He hung out with misfits, murderers, and prostitutes. He made the Pharisees angry for not looking the way a King should look or responding the way they thought a King should respond.
I don’t know about you but I love that this how God chose to write the story of redemption. It fills me with so much hope and so much joy.
Today, if you doubt that God is capable of choosing you or wanting you, I want you to pause for a moment and picture standing there in that line up. I want you to see Jesus extending His hand and pointing right at you. “There…that’s the one…I choose you.”