God doesn’t choose perfect people…

My grandmother has “the gift of talk”, as my mom describes. One of her especially favorite topics to discuss is, Prophecy.

Due to the upcoming election, a lot of talk in mainstream has been about the re-election of President Trump. The Evangelical community not to be excluded are also active in sharing their thoughts on this issue almost as much. My grandmother, a lover of world current events and Biblical prophecy, has been gluing herself to any outlet that disseminates this kind of information.

There are times when I have walked by her room and a simple hello to her turns into a “Did you hear about this? Have you seen what is happening in Jerusalem?” As a result of her eagerness to share her good stuff, every now and again I will tiptoe when passing her room – just not to be swept in and fed torrents of information.

On our way to a farm over the weekend, she began sharing with my mom and me about all that she has been seeing in the media on the fulfillment of things that were said then, that are unfolding presently. She shared that many folks prophesied that our current President would have been elected back president in 2016, and many of these voices foresee his re-election in November. In her talk, she even mentioned that one individual went as far back into history to identify that on the day, Mr. Trump was born, the topic of study for the Jewish community was on Trumpets, and that the name Donald means ruler of the world or something like that. Go figure.

As she talked on and on about what she was feeding on, she said something that really got my attention.

“God doesn’t choose perfect people.”

This she said in regards to the choice of President Trump who is being compared to King Cyrus, or is it King Darius? (I was zoning out at this point).

When she said this the wheels in my head began turning and this was the response that left my lips.

There are no perfect people for Him to choose.

I don’t know what her response was after that, I re-entered the caverns of my mind to think and the following is what ensued.

Many of us are quick to harshly critique others when we see them doing a job they either were chosen for and are not doing it up to our standards; or we laugh at them for taking the courage to do a job no one else had the courage to do.

We can be equally swift with rendering a verdict on our own selves as well. We are many times quick to excuse ourselves from doing a duty that is required of us for fear or what others may think of us, or, we shirk responsibilities that we committed to doing in the first place because of what we think of ourselves or how we may feel upon time of execution.

Sadly, we also take the same approach with God. We disqualify ourselves from a task He’s asked us to do and may even go as far as eliminating ourselves from truly hearing His beckons. We also are eager to point out fingers on those He’s using expecting them to walk in perfection – when we are not ourselves.

Like Jonah, we run from the assignment. Like Moses, we come up with excuses to not do the work. Like the Sons of Thunder, we vie for recognition.

Perhaps though, we can take just a small page from my grandmother’s book and simply do what we’re good at (even if others don’t readily appreciate it). 😉 Perhaps too we need to simply heed His call and begin just where we are. He will cleanse. He will sanctify. He will justify.

Each and every one of us has an assignment given to us by our Creator. We also have been blessed with gifts and talents that we are expected to utilize. This week, let us be intentional about availing ourselves to be used by Him.

God is not looking for a perfect (one without flaw) person to be used. He is looking for a man or woman who is willing to avail themselves to His ministry and for His purpose. His desire is that we find our calling, and walk in it. We may not be given a large platform like the President, or a multitude to lead like Brother Moses. We may not even have facts swirling around in our heads like Gram. 😛 But, we do have something and something + God’s approval = a world of difference.

PS: Broken crayons, still can color.