Now I say, as long as the heir is a child, he does not differ at all from a
slave although he is owner of everything, but he is under guardians and managers
until the date set by the father. So also we, while we were children, were held
in bondage under the elemental things of the world. But when the fullness of the
time came, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law, so that
He might redeem those who were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption
as sons. Because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into our
hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” Therefore you are no longer a slave, but a son;
and if a son, then an heir through God.
(Galatians 4:1-7)
I'm 44 years old and it has taken this long for God to move me to the point that I begin to contemplate this concept: That God did not just create me as I might "create" a SeaMonkey (remember those?) God created me IN HIS IMAGE. He created me to be His SON. Not the Christ, but His Son by adoption. And he didn't just give me His name...He gave me the Spirit of His Son so that I might really understand what it means to look up to Heaven and say "Daddy! Father!"
That thought strikes so deep at the wound from my own earthly father that I have spent much of my silent time letting the words wash over me.
"You are my Son...I chose YOU. I love YOU. I saved YOU from slavery. I want you to recieve Sonship. Take the gift of My Spirit into your heart and know that YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES!"
Thanks Dad.
