What if I was sitting around the table for lunch with my three grandchildren, Xavier, Gretchen and Miles and they asked me what was the most important advice I could give them?
It's probably the most important thing I've learned in my six-plus decades of life. It's a lesson that's like a scab that won't go away. Every once in a while I pick at it and it reappears. I guess I have to just stop picking and accept it.
The idea is not brand new to me, but I never heard put this simply. Our pastor, Jeff Manion, of Ada Bible Church, was in the second part of a series on Ephesians called People of the Way. It was on identity and how we get it.
He got to Ephesians 1:5 where the Paul, the apostle writes about how God, in love, adopted us as his sons and daughters. He is our father.
I had trouble imagining God as my father. Sounds nice, but, I could never call him up and ask him out for a craft beer or a coffee and just talk.
And, then Jeff said,
Remember Who You Are
I am a treasured son of the Almighty God. He picked me up. He saved me. My primary identity comes from him. That's what I want my grandkids to remember and never forget. Tattoo it on your arm or on your hand. Make it someplace where you are always reminded.
Do I believe it? Yes, I choose to believe it. God is becoming more real to me.