Remember when you were a little kid and they would line you up alongside the rusted chain link fence. Each captain would pick someone to be on their team. Each time you were hoping that you wouldn't be the last kid picked. Remember that little knot in your stomach as your friend would scan the scraggly line, hoping inside "please pick me, please pick me." There something about being the last kid picked. Perhaps its shame. Perhaps its humiliation. Perhaps its the feeling that no one really wants me on their team, or that no one really wants me at all.No one likes being the last kid chosen to play on team.
David was the last one. No one really thought he would be the material to be a king. Even though David had his share of problems ( more of that to come later), God still chose the last one as his first choice.
The last ones. That is who God chooses to lead his kingdom- that is who he chose then, and that is who he chooses now.
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