Written by: Mike Donehey
Written on:  Thursday, January 31, 2008


In reaction to a book I have just read, I would like to express the following:

I did not choose God.
I do not choose God.
In fact, I think it’s fair to say that,
I have never, ever,
not once in my whole entire puny existence,
chosen God.

But praise Jesus, he chose me.

“Lazarus, come forth.”
Jonah to the sea.
Saul struck blind.
Jacob renamed.

I am a product of the Lord’s great mercy.
and NOT the sum of my choices.
Do you hear me?
Do you understand what I am saying to you?
I do not choose God.
I did not choose God,
but He chose me and appointed me to go and bear much fruit.
Fruit that will last. Fruit that has nothing to do
with my faith, my willingness or my obedience.
Fruit that is born from the perfect life of Christ.
Fruit that was his to give in the first place.
He gets all the credit.
He gets all the praise.
“He is not served by men’s hands as if He needed anything,
but gives to us, life, breath, and all things.”
All things. Including the ability to believe.
Including the ability to see Jesus for who He really is.
God removes the scales, I walk toward beauty,
and that’s all there is to it.
And for his sake and mine, I’m glad.

I am glad that Jesus offends my pride.
I am glad that He has not left me to myself, that I am not the captain of my own fate.
I am glad that the Lord forces himself upon me, even when I “force” Him away.
I am glad that He is faithful, even when I am faithless.
I am glad that He has chosen me.
I am glad that I did nothing to deserve it.
I am glad that He has rescued.
I am grateful to be overrun.
I am honored to be nothing.
I am humbled to be saved.

I am undone.

Because honestly, Him and I both know;
Had He simply left me to my own choices,
to my own will, and to my own pitiful suicidal self,
I would never have walked out of the tomb.
I could never have walked out of the tomb.
I would have chosen the tomb.
“No one comes unless the Father draws Him.”
And if that makes me a robot, well then I’d rather
be a robot for one day in the courts of God,
than spend a thousand in a place of my own choosing.
After all, “no one seeks God, no one is righteous,
all have turned away,” and everyone chooses death.
“It therefore no longer depends on man’s will or effort,
but on God who shows mercy,”

I mean really, people, come on.
My track record confirms this.
Your track record confirms this.
Left to ourselves, we choose death.
And in spite of ourselves, He gives us life.
Oh praise God, He gives us life.

“I stand and rub my eyes and walk to you,
because I have no choice…”
-Derek Webb

“Apart from me you can do nothing.”