Augustus Toplady puts it masterfully, doesn’t he?
Nothing in my hand I bring,
And simply to your cross I cling;
And naked, come to you for dress;
And helpless, come to you for rest;
And I, the foul one, to your fountain fly;
I want you to wash me, Jesus, or I’ll die.
Is this your hang up? I don't think he's going to throw a party for them, if that's what you mean.Quote:
What does God do with the rest of humanity - the billions not chosen?