And that has made all the difference

Many are called, but few are chosen, as the famous scripture mastery goes. But why is that? Why can't all who are called be chosen? Why can only a few be chosen. Why is it when things get rough do people give up, and loose hope? I suppose it is part of human nature to give up. I mean it is easy. And it reminds me of my favorite poem.

ROAD LESS TRAVELED Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet, knowing how way leads onto way I doubted if I should ever come back I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence Two roads diverged in a wood And I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference Robert Frost

Anyway back to the point. Wouldn't it be so amazing if everyone that was called was chosen? I mean think of all of the wonderful people in your life. Think of the silent leaders sitting behind you in class, rooming with you, or even the girl who you don't know that always smiles at you. I can just imagine and army rising of people who are so great, and good leaders rising from the dust. :) I just love feelings like that!