Chosen

What must it have been like to be the one chosen. The one called. What must he have felt to see all eyes directed towards him. The crowds roaring. Voices heard all around. People of all ages out the see the event. In the midst of the voices was a call directed towards him. I imagine his first response was, “Who? Me?” As he looked to his left and to his right thinking the honor must be directed at someone else, another direct call came his way. Compelled by the call, he probably thought his calling would be different. Maybe not as dramatic but different just the same. He found himself answering the call in the midst of countless people. Everyone in different stages of emotion. So

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