Looking back, it's obvious that the game was centered a lot around the concept of being chosen. Before the game even started team captains would be chosen. From there, team captains would commence in choosing players to join their team. Kids would often jump up and down yelling, "Me, me, pick me!" Everyone wanted to be chosen first; no one wanted to be chosen last. To be chosen first was a great honor and usually meant the player was well liked. To be chosen last was not to be chosen at all. It meant team membership by default, which was as good as being told, "We'll take you, but it's not because we want you." Once the game started, there were more opportunities to be chosen. The player called to run to the other side was usually called because the opposing team either wanted the player for their own or they knew the player wouldn't be strong enough to break through the line. It was either honor or insult. Everyone wanted to be called just as much as they didn't.
That's kind of depressing, isn't it? That's what life feels like when that's all we hang on to. But there is so much more to life than that. God says we are His "chosen people, holy and dearly loved" (Colossians 3:12). God looks past our weaknesses and even what we call our strengths and sees us for who He created us to be; His beloved sons and daughters. There's no "come on over to this side and see if you can make it." He knows we can't. Apart from His strength, we can do nothing. We are the sheep in need of a shepherd and He is that shepherd; ready and able to lead us (Psalm 23, John 10).
"Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts" (Colorssians 3:16-).