I was raised with the forboding fear that anyone not in God's family will get left behind when Jesus comes to get His kids. Always watching, worrying about people whose faith was not precisely and doctrinally correct. Worrying about myself, if I would hit the mark.
I had the old initial fear, that day reading picture books to kitties, of being left behind. Then I kind of got angry. "My gosh, ummm, hello?" I thought emphatically, "What about me! I know I definately should have been taken!!!"
In a split second, I realized I had finally caught on! God loves everyone without strings attached! God chooses everyone! And on this day when I unconsciously went through this angry and demanding mini soliouquy in my head, I realized that this is not about me and my perfect faith or dogma or anything in my brain.
It had finally dawned on my heart that this is the only way God knows to be. He always loves. He always chooses. The only King to die for His very own creation. He says, "Yes. Come"! The first and final Yes!
My audacious claim at belonging to Him surprised me! But I liked it! It felt powerful. It felt royal. Now, I don't cower in unworthiness, but I proudly claim my birthright, my inheritance, my dadgum heavenly mansion as a daughter of the King!
Anne Lamott says, "I didn't need to understand the hypostatic union of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees."
I think God made the Bible confusing, for one, ummm because He's God. No way can we analyze His genuis. And, more importantly, so that one day, hopefully, we will stop emphasizing our differences, stop analyzing hearts and motives..all that stuff that is between only God and you; and we will begin to follow the only two things He asked, to love Him and to love each other..One day..
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| Illustration by Sarah Jane |
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