Have you ever wondered who you are; I mean really? This week I have been sick, which is unusual for me. Illness can lead to lots of quiet moments, save the incessant nose-blowing and hacking-up-yuck coughing. In those hushed moments with my head and throat attacking, it all hits me—the missing of Guam, the fact that I still do not have a job, and the fatigue from building a reputation in a new place. Wondering, who am I, other than a consumer of salty crackers and someone who keeps Kleenex in business?
I realize this sounds rather pathetic, not to mention melodramatic. Right now I can see you patting me on the head and telling me to go back to bed. And you may be right. However, a quiet home and weak body reveal those whispering, honest voices, ever raw and unsettling. As a Christian, I have been told that the key to joy and fulfillment is losing or even forgetting myself and finding Christ. That is true. But there is another side to the truth. I am someone, a soul wrapped in skin and bones.
It is the anthem I whispered to myself as a little girl in the dark of the night, “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” Jesus loves me. Those three words have both defined and numbed me. As an adult I search the scriptures, my eyes scanning the familiar lines, looking, hoping for something. Then I see:
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you…” (1 Peter1:3-4, ESV)
An inheritance—an inheritance no longer just for the eldest son. Persecutors cannot ravage it. Jacob cannot buy it. No one can cheat me out of it. No one can mess it up or claim embezzlement. It is a birthright that has nothing to do with birth order, job title, or earning favor with powerful relatives.
It is a gift from God the Father, paid for by Jesus Christ, and the realities of such are continually working through me by the power of the Holy Spirit.
We are aliens of this world, but we are not merely aliens. Our inheritance is “kept in heaven for [us].” This reminder and recognition of my inheritance does not take away my cold or land me a fabulous job, but it does tell me who I am—a daughter of the Almighty God who has an inheritance that is not going anywhere. Knowing that can take a day of self-pity and turn it into a day of peace, nose-blowing and all. There is a place for me. And if you surrender to Jesus, you can have a place with Him, too. It is quite the family.
Keep the Faith,
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