It’s nice to be picked for a team, any team, at work, school or even on the playground. Even better, it’s nice when we are not the last one to be picked.  My son Max is a solid athlete, well able to play multiple sports at a high level.  As a 7th grader, he was literally the last one picked to be on the school basketball team.  He ended up as a senior playing on the Mark Morris team that finished 6th in the state.  Not bad.

You might have heard of another basketball player; his name was Michael Jordan.  Widely known as one of the best if not the best player ever to play the game on the planet as a collegian and professional, he had a much different experience his first year in high school.  He was cut from his 9th grade team.  Are you kidding?  He wasn’t even the last to be picked; he was just another slob who didn’t make the cut.  Obviously, he had a greater destiny and ability than the c-squad coach ever imagined.  He had been chosen.  Chosen for something greater, perhaps pre-destined by God Himself to play the game and it didn’t matter what that particular 9th grade coach thought, Jordan had much more in him than anyone thought he did.

So it is with you and I as Christians.  Paul writes in Ephesians 1 that we have been chosen by God Himself, predestined to be His son or daughter, even from before the world itself was made.  It doesn’t matter what other people think or say, God says we are His special possession, His chosen vessel.  Through Christ we have “made the cut” and we are on the team, His team.  Just to make sure you understand you are on His team, He has sealed you and I with the Holy Spirit of promise.

Pretty sweet to be on His team, even if it seems you have been cut.  Then again, you might just be another Jordan