Adopted as Children of God

October 15, 2018

Romans 8:14-15… For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive the Spirit of slavery to all back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba Father!”

            My parents adopted kids… 3 of them. Added to 5 of their own, there were 8 of us all together. We were one, big, happy family… most of the time anyway. We were, of certainty, one, big, family. The ‘happy’ component came and went. But, that is the way of the world. Happiness is a fleeting emotion, dependant on circumstances. My adopted brothers and sister were part of the family. That was a given and my parent made sure we knew it. We are adopted sons and daughters into God’s family because of the Holy Spirit. God hand-picked this family thing out of His bag of relationships.

Proverbs 18:24… A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

            This positive statement about a friend also gives us some info about a brother.  A brother is supposed to stick close. I have found that sometimes family members are not close. But, I have also seen the opposite. And I have seen both extremes in friends as well. One thing is constant however… my brothers and sisters are always my siblings, come what may. No matter the weather, the political climate, the location or the health factor, they are still my siblings. Friends come and go, sometimes sticking close through all things, but, mostly only when it is convenient. When God adopts us, we are in His family. We are not in only on good days. Because we are in, we call Him abba, Father. I heard somewhere that “abba” is an endearing term… like “daddy”. I have not studied it so I will leave that in your court. We are His children. That is settled. Now… are you a good kid or not? Are you in trouble or not?

            One thing is certain… We are no longer to live in fear. In my parents’ family, I did not want to get caught doing something that was forbidden. I, sorry to say, still did things I shouldn’t, but I tried to make sure I wouldn’t get caught. That is a fearful way to live. God always knows what we do. Live in freedom.