He has Chosen You “A certain landowner needs workers. At 6:00 a.m. he picks his crew, they agree on a wage, and he puts them to work. At 9:00 he is back at the unemployment agency and picks a few more. AT noon he is back and at 3:00 in the afternoon he is back and at 5:00, you guessed it. He’s back again. I want to hone in on an often forgotten scene in the story: the choosing. Can you see it? It happened at 9:00. It happened at noon. It happened at 3:00 . But most passionately, it happened 5:00. Five in the afternoon. Tell me. What is a worker still doing in the yard at 5:00 in the afternoon? The best have long since gone. The mediocre workers went at lunch. The last string went at 3:00. What kind of worker is left at 5:00 p.m.? All day they get passed by. They are unskilled. Untrained. Uneducated. They are hanging with one hand from the bottom of the ladder. They are absolutely dependent upon a merciful boss giving them a chance they don’t deserve. So, by the way, were we. Lest we get a bit cocky, we might take Paul’s advice and look at what we were when God called us. Do you remember? Do you remember how you felt? Do you remember the perspiration on your forehead and the crack in your soul? Do you remember how you tried to hide the loneliness until it got bigger than you and then you just tried to survive? Hold that picture for a moment. Now answer this. Why did he choose you? Why did he choose me? Honestly. Why? What do he have that he needs? Intellect? Do we honestly think for one minute that we have -- or ever will have -- a thought he hasn’t had? Willpower? I can respect that. Some of us are stubborn enough to walk on water if we felt called to do so… but to think God’s kingdom would have done a belly-up without our determination? How about money? We came into the kingdom with a nice little nest egg. Perhaps that’s why we were chosen. Perhaps the creator of heaven and earth could use a little of our cash. Maybe the owner of every breath and every person and the author of history was getting low on capital and he saw us and out black ink and . . . Get the point? We were chosen for the same reason the five o’clock workers were. You and me? We are the five o’clock workers. Why did he pick you? He wanted to. After all, you are his. He made you. He brought you home. He owns you. And once upon a time, he tapped you on the shoulder and reminded you of that fact. No matter how long you’d waited or how much time you’d wasted, you are his and he has a place for you. -Max Lucado, And the Angels Were Silent
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 10:39:44 +0000
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