I was one of “those” kids. You know, the one in gym class who was last picked for dodge ball. For softball. For flag football. For _________ball. Obviously, I was not what you’d call a natural athlete. I have the eye hand coordination of a toaster. (My left hand is pretty much useless. I think it’s just there to make me look symmetrical.) Thankfully, I had a lot of encouragement from my parents, friends and teachers who made me feel good about the things I could do well. Sadly, I still remember that feeling in the pit of my stomach when the gym teacher would pick two team captains and we’d start that awful process all over again–me trying not to look too pathetic or needy or crushed, trying to act like it was no big deal.
I think that’s why Wright’s words near the end of this passage stopped me in my tracks: “To be acknowledged by Jesus himself will be amazing. To have him acknowledge us before the father will be the moment of moments. Let’s wake up before it’s too late.” He’s so right. That’s what really counts, isn’t it? Not being picked by your peers or applauded by the people who love you. What a humbling and heartstopping moment to be acknowledged by Jesus, the one who holds the stars in his hands. What’s not to love about this Lord?