Retell

Ps 105 is a re narration of Israel's story. As the psalmist re tells the story, as the nation sings the story again and again. 

How it all started with God's covenant promise with Abraham. How He guided nations and rulers, to comply to this plan of His. As they re read this, they give praise to God, who has made this possible. When they see the big picture, they see that God is involved on ots entirety. They see God's hands. His overarching presence in it and brings it all together. 

As we rethink what all happened on our lives, we see God's hand in it. How beautifully and bountifully He has foreseen things ahead and ordained things to happen. And as we see God's hand in our lives, there is nothing but thanks ebbing out of our mouths. 

What else can we have apart from gratitude? Our lives would have ended prematurely. Our lives would have been different had we not been chosen. Destined to run in that rut always. Unable to think out of the box. But because of the cross, we have hope to live in a different way. The real perspective for which we were created, the real purpose for which God created us. 

Running in that rut, trying to chase 'success' in world's terms is like a pot wailing to the Potter for he made it thus. If the pot cries that he wanted to be made a showpiece, it doesn't make sense. The Potter had a plan, a desire and therefore he took some clay and made it into a pot or a jar or a utensil. The pot cannot aspire to be something else. His purpose is to be useful as a pot. Not aspire to become a showpiece someday and do greater things. If so it's purpose is lost. Where as if it remains thankful that it has been made a pot at least, and out of that miry clay it was lifted up and made into something useful by the master, that in itself is enough for it to be thankful for eternity. 

From nothing we have been chosen.