If you hang around me for any amount of time, you will come to realize that I dislike small talk. I’d rather jump right in and get to the heart of things rather than comment on the weather or how poorly the Seahawks played last night.
Unless it truly interests you. If the small talk is truly something of interest or a way of showing love, then I’m all for it. Otherwise, the water’s warm so let’s jump on in!
All this to say, I’m going to ‘jump right in’ to this blog. I have another blog I keep consistently, so I am transferring my thoughts onto here without a truly polite introduction.
Blood thicker than blood…
I asked my Grandma yesterday if we were of Jewish heritage.
I have wanted to ask her this for awhile. It may seem strange, but sometimes when I am reading in the word, I will feel so closely connected to those I am reading about, that I will wonder if I am somehow related to them. Deep down, I feel we share a bond of heritage and I am a daughter born generations later. This feeling will so strongly grip me, that I’ll wonder if I share the same features as say, Rahab or Ruth. Or if when we meet in eternity, they will gather around me as great aunts who will usher me to the place at the table they have saved for me at the great feast.
I’m serious. My thoughts really go there.
When I asked my Grandma if we had any Jewish heritage, she said ‘no’. Concerned as to why I would ask, she immediately reassured me that as a gentile I am chosen of God, adopted into His family as one of His own.
Although that wasn’t my initial concern, what she said to me revealed something greater and more beautiful than I expected…
I am not in the physical lineage of Jesus Christ, yet the feeling that I am reveals a spiritual blood thicker than human blood. As a gentile, I am adopted into the family of Jesus Christ and reside under the title ‘Child of God’. God so intimately and overwhelmingly welcomes us into His family, that the distinction between his adopted children and the children of his heritage disappears altogether. It fades into a hazy gray that disappears altogether in light of His brilliance.
Which leads me to an obvious conclusion.
Racism and prejudices are ridiculous. In God’s family, there is no distinction between child of God and child of God. We are one in the same and all moving towards a great destiny.
I went to the movies the other night and saw a preview for the movie “We Are Marshall”. One of the scenes in the preview depicted a bunch of townspeople chanting, “We are Marshall! We are Marshall!” outside the home of the football coach. At first I thought they were saying “We are Powerful”.
I thought to myself, “What would happen if the children of God, realizing who they were, stood up and proclaimed “we are powerful”? And what if we truly grasped who we were and Who it is that loves us – and lived accordingly?” Can you imagine what would happen!?
The enemy has triumphed in distracting us and making us believe that God is a cold pew on Sunday mornings.
But Truth is Truth and we are loved by a God who orchestrated the creation of the world all the way up to this very moment.
