Every now and then I sit down to wrestle with the ideas of ‘elect’ and ‘chosen.’
Are there only a few, or does God really not want any to perish?
How many sneak in at that last minute?
How many really end up in eternal damnation?
And no matter how I wrestle, no matter from what angle I peer,
I always come back to the simple, yet stunning fact,
That the Creator of all humanity looked down at little defiantly
selfish me
and saw something potentially pleasing.
He chose, chased, and cherished me.
No, Abba.
Right now, in this blissful moment, I have no other questions.
With every cell in my body – Thank You.
How about you? What do you wrestle with?
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