I remember quite a while ago, uncle Damien preached during one of those Sundays when pastor wasn't around. His message was based on Matthew 22:14, 'For many are called, but few are chosen.'.
He was in Australia, invited to speak at a youth conference. The first session was in the morning, and it was great. Hundreds of youths, students, worshiping with passion. He felt God move, His presence and all. Many are called.
Then the pastor who invited him warned him after the session was over, to be prepared for fewer people during the second session. Or as uncle Damien said, the graveyard session (or so I think that's what he said).
'You know lah, people after having lunch, sometimes all they want is to take a nap. Somemore second session right? Sure nothing happen one lah.'
True enough, only about half of the participants attended the second session. But it was nothing short of powerful. He didn't even get a chance to preach. During worship he had an altar call, and as he laid hands on everyone, he shouted 'Fire! Fire! Fire!' and people everywhere were just overwhelmed by the Spirit. Then came the night concert, and everyone was present. 'God did move,' he said, 'but it was nothing like the second session.' Few are chosen.
Right now, I have to say, I fear this verse a lot. What if I'm called, but not chosen? What does it take to be chosen? What if all these people whom I care about, won't be chosen?
'Push for more of Him. Hunger, thirst, desire. Don't be left out. Don't let up. Don't be content.'
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