Jesus took the bread, but he also chose it. Once upon a time, at weddings, the preacher used to ask the groom, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Take? The groom actually chose the bride, so for our purpose here we’re gonna switch the word ‘taken’ for the word ‘chosen.’ It sounds nicer and it means the same thing. It’s not a kidnapping after all.
God chose us.
Acts 17 says, “God knew the time and place in history that each of us would be born.” He chose us, meaning he enabled us. His grace enabled us to respond to the love poured out for us.
God had a dream in his heart when you were conceived, He wrapped that dream in flesh and blood. That dream was you. When you opened your heart to redeeming love of God, the Holy Spirit chose to come in and fill your heart. Being chosen by God isn’t to exclusion of others either, it’s just the opposite. Being chosen by God means that we are included in his beautiful family. There isn’t a quota. Everyone is invited to be children of God. At the same time, you are unique and beloved in his eyes. Only God has unlimited room in his heart for many ‘favorite’ sons and daughters.
When we walk in our Beloved-ness, we are protected from the snare of comparison. We are included because we are found in Christ, not because of our skin tone or our muscle tone!
We are included. Always. I’m no longer subject to mean girls who say, “You can’t sit there. I’m saving these seats for my friends.” My sitting at the ‘cool-kids table’ is now guaranteed because The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit have made a place for me at the their table. Because I’m the Bride of Christ, I’m included. This truth has the power to keep me from getting offended because I was excluded or uninvited. Jesus includes me every single time, and He’s not moody or hormonal. He embraces me.
For some reason the wounded-ness that occurs when we are excluded, ignored, overlooked, or worse, voted off the team or unfriended can leave us really scarred. Sometimes these traumatic events happen in childhood, but they also happen to us as adults.
Full disclosure. When I feel threatened, intimidated or afraid at an event like a conference or a meeting because I’m alone and lacking confidence,
I picture myself arriving with Jesus by my side. I have my hand through his arm and the phrase in my head is, “I’m with him.” He has all access. The lie in my head is, “You’re not qualified to be here.”or “Who do you think you are?” My answer: “I’m with him!” Jesus has all access, and I’m with him. He qualifies me. He chose me before the foundation of the world. I have to keep that in mind sometimes.
The culture around us will tell us that we are not enough, but the voice of God calls us to sit at his table. Jesus invites us…always.
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