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What would you choose over God?

“Then I said to them, “If it seems good to you, give me my wages; but if not, keep them.” And they weighed out as my wages thirty pieces of silver. Then the Lord said to me, “Throw it to the potter”—the lordly price at which I was priced by them. So I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them into the house of the Lord, to the potter.” (Zechariah 11:12–13, ESV)

What would you choose over God?

If you asked us point-blank, the answer would be, “Nothing! There’s nothing more important than God!”

But if you look at our lives, the story might be different. We choose a lot of things over God.

We choose lovers and long weekends, we choose paychecks and playing video games.

We choose another drink and we choose another helping of dessert.

We choose another white lie and we choose a better Facebook post.

We choose recreation. We choose retail.

Sin's tragic question is this: What wouldn't we choose over God?

But God's joyous response is this: He wouldn't choose anything over us.

We know that he wouldn't, because when he could have he didn't. His Son begged to have that cup taken from him, he cried out to the heavens in agony, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Even then, He chose us.

Bask in that. Swim in that. Rejoice in that.

He chose us.

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