We were sitting at our little table in kindergarten. He was able to color inside the lines, and the color he chose never had different shades in the same piece. I think the teacher liked him more than she liked me because he was so much smarter and engaged. This young student also had a way of endearing himself to classroom authority.
He was my best friend, and I didn’t figure out why he had that advantage until years later as an adult. This boy was two years older and better looking than I was which came in handy when we were out girl hunting as teenagers.
This individual chose me as his best friend and that never wavered throughout his life. At the age of forty-nine he passed away in his sleep, and I preached his funeral service. As young men we had both professed to be atheists, but at middle-age we both professed to be Christians.
It’s great to be chosen and especially by God.
In him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will,
Give it some thought.
Gary