Making It Public

MAKING IT PUBLIC

But we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.  Romans 8:23

         I have been adopted, technically, into God’s family and nothing can ever erase the fact that I am now His daughter.  But there is coming a day when I will go home with Him and He will make it public.

It’s as if I’m still in the orphanage (Earth) and a letter arrived (the Bible) that has announced that I have been chosen.  I’ve been paid for, my every need supplied, and the promise of my deliverance has been verified with a signature and a seal.  I’m just waiting for the day when I can see the face of my Father, when I can be dressed in white and take part in the ceremony where He makes it public. 

When a Roman child was adopted, there was a party where the adoption was made public.  All of the family’s friends were invited.  A great feast was given.  The father would present his new son with tearful speeches and much celebration.  The son would sit in a place of honor.  He would see and hear his dream of his new status come true.

This is the picture Paul paints.

  • Now, I know the party is coming.  One day, it will be reality.
  • Now, the Spirit of God whispers words of love.  One day, the words will be audible and the face of my Savior will afford a tangible look and lasting memory.

For now, I rest in the promise of that day and it brings me strength.

I am never lost.  I am yours.  When I need reassurance, I listen to Your whispers and read Your words.  Build in me solid hope for what ‘is’.  Amen

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