Remember the scene from Shrek where Donkey is jumping up and down shouting....pick me, pick me!
Here’s a great poem written by a schoolboy…
When we pick teams in the playground
Whatever the game might be
There’s always somebody left till last
And it’s usually me.
I stand there looking hopeful
And tapping myself on the chest
But the captains pick the others first
Starting of course with the best.
Maybe if teams were sometimes picked
Starting with the worst
Once in his life a boy like me
Could end up being first
The reality is that many of us have never left the playground, we still secretly believe that God will only love us when we do well.
The mind-blowing concept of grace – God’s unmerited favor towards us – is hard for us to grasp in a society so used to earning love and acceptance.
Because of God’s amazing grace we’re on the team! First name on the team roster!!!!
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