If a millimeter or second had been off, I would have died by overdosing, impaling, drowning, falling out of a car, colliding with a car on a bike, and suffocating on a lodged carrot. I’m not a stand out person, so why would God orchestrate the right people to be Johnny-on-the-spot in these situations, unless He had something important planned?
I have this same question about my knowing Jesus. Why did He choose to give me the gift of belief? When I was thirteen, a group of youths came to our town and put on a Faith Alive weekend. The retreat aimed to show and tell Jesus as a present, living person. Despite my wanting to have this religious experience, it was like a traveling show to me. “You just have to believe,” they would say, but I didn’t believe and couldn’t deceive myself.
I came to a crossroads where I had to decide whether to kill this spiritual desire or ask God to reveal Himself to me. I asked, and He opened His world to me in an aha moment. One moment I did not believe. The next moment, Jesus was as real to me as my own heartbeat.
If I were God, I’d have chosen someone more remarkable, like Matthew West did. Matthew is a Christian music artist who advertised a contest for folks to send in their stories. He chose some of those stories to be the kernels of songs. You can imagine the kinds of heart-wrenching sagas he selected, stories about abuse, disabilities, and other insurmountable obstacles.
I might choose someone for positive remarkable reasons too. Einsteins, presidents, and musicians whose fingers blur over strings, these kind of people stand out. Tall, slender, well-built beauties or powerful speakers who arrest attention would surely be better candidates in which to invest, not an ordinary person like me.
Why did He give me the gift of belief, and why did He save my physical life so many times? It wasn’t because I’ve found the cure to cancer or could give TedTalks. It wasn’t because the sadness of my story compelled Him.
I’m like millions of people. There’s nothing wrong with our stories; they’re simply common and un-notable by the world. That is what is compelling. God of gods, Light of light, gave His everything for plain people in the middle of the pack as well as those in the extremes. Now That’s a story! Jesus takes those of us who don’t stand out and gives us significance and value. By His love, He makes us into somebodies.