What would my fate be if God had not decided to choose me? (Hell, of course...) It has nothing to do with me! What is my right response to this gift? What do I do with what I know- with this gracious offering from the Lord?? Why do I keep it to myself- how selfish can I possibly be?!
I mistakenly take pride in the fact that I believe in Him as if I had the power to be saved on my own and it's because of some superiority on my part. That is simply not true. There is nothing special about me because God chose me. I'm not worth more. I'm not smarter. I'm not better or more alive or less sinful. It's grace. "Grace, grace. God's grace. Grace that will pardon and cleanse within..."
He didn't have to give it to me.
How ungrateful am I for my Savior and Creator!
I ought to be on my knees daily, overflowing with gratitude towards the One who gave up a place and title He actually deserves to give me a gift I could never earn. He loves me that much. While I was still His enemy, Jesus loved me more than I'll ever understand. My love is selective and self-serving. I often love only when I'll get something back for my effort. Jesus loves me more than this. And I take it for granted every day.
He didn't have to give it to me. But He chose to. Now I must be a good steward of that gift.
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