My mind can scarcely comprehend it. Try as I might, I do not know why God invited me in. Me, a sinner with no righteousness of my own. What business have I to enter into the courts of the most Holy One?
As I reflect, I remember…
Human rebellion and garments of skin. Noah’s family, the lone remenant. The choosing of a people, a nation. A baby drawn from the water to lead. One shepherd boy turned mighty king, one meek man turned warrior. A prostitute in a Messianic genealogy, and twelve men chosen to follow. One blood stained cross. One empty tomb.
God chose that way. He chose the people, the history, the story of redemption. And He chose to love even me. How can I fully fathom the magnitude of this truth? I can only through tears ask, “Why?”
The answer is the same as it has been from the beginning: mercy and grace, glory and good pleasure. All belonging to God alone.
He is just to give justice and loving to bestow mercy and compassion. His attributes never wavering, He is all of who He is at all times. Doing all for His glory, He does all that He pleases.
He was pleased to make coverings, to save and redeem. Pleased to invite me in.
In all He is glorified, for He alone is sovereign over all. I, only a sinner saved by grace.
I can only marvel- and tremble- at who He is.
The Lord of all chooses the plot and He has called me by name. His ways are higher, how can I possibly understand?
Again I remember…
An imperfect rock to start His church, and a zealot in chains to spread His Word. One man to be martyred by stones. Another to behold a beatific vision of what is yet to come.
Why and for what reason He has chosen even me, this side of heaven I cannot fully know. Of only this am I certain: it is for His glory and because it pleases Him to do so. What response can I possibly offer my King but that of surrender and reverent worship? With a humble heart I can only pray it will be ever so.