Perhaps it is a little cliché or stereotypical, but when I was younger, I was one of those kids that were often picked last for any sort of athletic competition. It was not desirable to have a chubby, insecure, uncoordinated kid on your kickball team. I was also aware of my faults and would often slink to the back of the crowd so that the more agile kids could be picked first. Perhaps the gave me a sense of control, knowing that they did not want to choose me, and I did not want to be chosen.
On the night before Jesus’ execution, he spent some time teaching his disciples. At one point during that night he said, “You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name” (John 15:16, NLT). Jesus group of disciples were a greater group of misfits than our recess kickball team ever would be, yet they were chosen by Jesus. Jesus chose them and gave them a purpose.
Just like the disciples, you are also chosen by God for a purpose. Jesus has called you by name, and invited you to follow him. This ragtag group of disciples went out and told people about Jesus. The people they told went and told others about Jesus. And now, 2000 years later, here we are, the chosen people of God. And just like the disciples, we are asked to go and produce lasting fruit. You are chosen for Jesus team.