One of the many things I love about the scriptures are that they are a living Word. Despite the fact that they have been around for thousands of years and that I have read them over and over, there are certain times when they come at me in a completely new way. Fresh and exciting as the first day I read them and more often than not, with new depth. I have studied them, taught them, meditated on them, hung them on my walls and yet I still continue learn something new from them. The bible truly is living and active to the life of a believer!
I had one such moment earlier this week. This particular season of my life is a sweet one. I was zipping around town doing errands and reflecting on that very thing. Life is good. Great actually. I was thinking WOW, I am blessed and highly favored! My thoughts turned to how much I love God and how glad I am that I chose to give my life to Him. When I look at all the decisions I have made in my life, some good and some bad, the choice to follow Christ is far and away the best thing I have ever done.
As soon as I completed my thoughts about my wise choice, I remembered a couple of scripture that stopped me in my tracks.
John 15:16- You did not choose me, but I chose you…
1 John 4:19- We love because He first loved us.
At the recollection of those verses, my breath kind of caught in my throat as I realized that I could not have ever chosen or loved God if God had not chosen and loved me first. I did not ever, on my own, possess the ability or potential to do that. He is the one that chose to love me when there was nothing in me to love. He is the one who chose to save me when I didn’t deserve to be rescued. He is the one who chose to use me for ministry despite my lack of skills. He is the one who chose me to represent Him on earth even though my list of imperfections is long. He is the one who initiated all of it. He is the one who made it all possible.
It’s too great for my mind to fathom. Too astonishing to comprehend. In God, there is so much love, and in us, so little. Yet He chose us. And not just in sentiment, but with action. He not only loved us, He chose us. He not only chose us, He died for us. He not only died for us, He lives inside of us.
And so now I get it. It’s not about me or anything I did. I really didn’t choose Him.
By His grace, He chose me.
You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.