He Chose Me

[Jermyn Davidson]

If the Lord doesn't save me, I will not be saved.

If the Lord doesn't deliver me, I will not be delivered.

If the Lord doesn't change me, I will not be changed.

So when I think about the "Amazing Grace" of God...

When I look at where I am, remembering where I once was...


The Grace of God would not be so "Amazing" if I could save myself.

If I could deliver myself, if I could change myself...

The command is to believe, but it is His Grace that helps my unbelief!

The command is to repent, but it is His Kindness and now we are back to His Grace that even makes it possible!

The command is to be baptized, but if He doesn't make the way, I just can't do it.

Even if you wanted to say that it is a command to be filled with the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in tongues, I can't do it!

I can't do it.

My being filled with the Holy Ghost is a Work of the Lord-- I didn't do it!

My speaking in tongues is a Work of the Lord-- I didn't do it.

From the beginning to the end, it's "the Lord's doing and it is marvelous in our eyes" only because of His Grace that even allows us to see His Working and to recognize it as marvelous at all!


So there is the scripture, "Save yourselves form this untoward generation..." and in the light of other scriptures that speak of salvation, and the character of God, I still say that if it wasn't for the Grace of God, we wouldn't even have a clue where to start on how to "save ourselves"!

His Grace provides the Preacher of the Gospel so that we can hear the good news and it is His Grace that allows us to believe in the first place!

Are we chosen? Are we even predestined? The Bible uses both words.

Are the lost damned from the beginning? I don't think so, but I have yet to work it all out with the scriptures. I admit that I just don't know right now. I do know that there is no injustice with God!

I am also certain that I am typing this right now, it is only because of the Grace of God that I am even typing this!

He chose me. I didn't choose Him.

I resisted Him.

I rejected Him.

He wouldn't have me be lost.

He reached down through the muck and mire of lost humanity...

He left other people behind. When He was lifting me out of the sinful patterns that had become a part of my life, there were people that were trying to hold on to me-- but God gave me the Grace to cut them off.

There are people I know, friends even, who are still living in sin. Some people I used to see are now dead.

He did not choose them.

He chose me.

His "Amazing Grace"...

Not because of ANYTHING I could offer Him, not because of ANYTHING I could do, not because I did A, B, or C.

Before I did A, B, or C, He chose me.

Before I believed, before I repented, before I was baptized at all (let alone the right way)-- BEFORE I drew my first breath on this terra firma, He chose me.

My salvation was not God's Plan B.

My salvation was not one of God's many possibilities for my life.

Regarding my salvation,
He would have it no other way.

"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!"

When I was a wretch, He saved me.

Not after I did this, or that to show the Lord I was serious.

My seriousness or scripture says, my righteousness, is filthy. I know there are people who have even testified, "once I stopped doing this or when I started doing this, then the Lord saved me". Still, the Word of God is true and we are liars if we try to perpetuate a Gospel that suggests that once and after we made ourselves clean and/or presentable, God saved us.

He died for us while we were still sinners! Our salvation is HIS DOING!

There are some who will say that when God raised Lazarus from the dead, it was Lazarus' friends who unbound him from his grave wrappings. Still, it was the Grace of God that even put Lazarus' friends in the area at the time of his raising from the dead!

It was the Grace of God that allowed Lazarus' friends the ability to unwrap him from his grave clothes.

He chose me.

I was molested, but He chose me.

I was abused, but He chose me.

I was rejected and scolded, but He chose me.

I was mocked, bullied, punched and beaten, but He chose me.

I was scarred and bruised and I felt abandoned and alone, but He chose me.

I asked why did He allow so much pain and loneliness. He didn't tell me why. I became bitter and resentful, but He chose me.

I was so, so sad, but He chose me.

Then I was so angry, but He chose me.

I gave up, but He chose me.

I chose sin, but He chose me.

I rejected Him, but He chose me.

I hated Him, but He chose me.

I cursed Him, but He chose me.

I wanted to die, but He chose me.


I am at a crossroads and I don't know what direction my next steps are going to take me, but I am chosen. HE KNOWS the direction I'll take-- before I even raise my foot!

So there will be those who will disagree with the premises I have suggested. That's fine.

Let's talk scripture.

In the words of one of my favorite former Pastors ever, "I have Book, chapter and verse" for what I've said.

You know me here.

If I am wrong, I will correct myself.

Let the Word of God be true and Jermyn Davidson be a liar-- if I am not aligned with His Word in these, my middle of the night ramblings.