“For many are called, but few are chosen.”
Now that I look back it, I am forced to admit that it was a great boost to my confidence and self-worth. But at the time, it simply brought joy. I’m talking about being on Gray’s team. Gray was my neighbor. He was 14 yrs. old when I was 10 yrs. old and a pretty good athlete. We had unspeakable fun playing with worn out or waterlogged baseballs, wooden bats, oversize gloves, cardboard bases, no helmets, fastpitch with a catcher. I still have trouble explaining to some of the youth what a “ghost man on second” is, but I’m sure it tells more about the recreation of youth today than my age.
If you were on Gray’s team, you won. That’s all there was to it. He could hit the ball farther, throw harder, catch better and run faster than any of the kids that played with us., including some high school baseball players that played with us at that time. He was the best. Just having him for a neighbor was a claim to fame. But what made me feel so confident and capable was the fact that anytime there was a ballgame in the works, Gray called and invited me. “Why?” I do not know. I was much younger and more of nuisance than anything else. But he would call me to come over for the game. And moreover there were several times when Gray was a team captain that he chose me to be on his team. O’ the joy of knowing that I was not just one the many that were called to be at the game but I was one of the few chosen to be on Gray’s winning team. Not only called but chosen. That should evoke a healthy sense of self-worth and confidence that is born out of overwhelming humility. Undeserving, yet, God chose us.