I have never been more than an average athlete (if that). That being said, I always felt a little awkward when it came time to line up so the two best athletes could pick teams. As a child, my number one goal at this time was to be seen. I figured, “If they see me, they will pick me first.” So I would make a spectacle; I would stand in front of other kids and make dramatic movements so that the captains would notice me. “Please pick me!”
As I got older and it came time to play some pick up softball or basketball, I fought the urge to try to stick out by pretending to stretch or warm up. But truth be told, I had the same longing to be noticed and chosen as I did when I was a little kid. “Please pick me! And please, not last!”
I was reminded of this desire to be chosen as I read Acts 1 a few days ago. The disciples have gone up to Jerusalem to wait for the promise, obeying the command of their Lord before He ascended to Heaven. They are left with the task of replacing the twelfth seat, Judas’ seat. Peter brought the matter to order, “We need to replace Judas with someone who has been faithful; someone who has been with us beginning with the baptism of Jesus until He ascended into Heaven.” (paraphrase)
That day Mathias was chosen to be Judas’ replacement. He was chosen on the merit of His always being close, always being faithful.
This is still the deciding factor for those who would be chosen.
If you want to be chosen, if you want to be used, if you want your life to make a difference for eternity, be faithful in all things.
Sometimes it is difficult, it feels like we are getting overlooked. But when we are faithful in the small things, God sees His child jumping up and down saying, “Pick me, Pick me!”