If you are going to lie you better know who you are lying to. They might very easily catch you in your perfidy. This weekend we stopped at a large nursery that was having a fall celebration with pumpkins, horses, cider doughnuts and other such items. I found myself standing beside an elderly (anyone older than I, but not the same as I) lady who said to me, “And who are you.” With the straightest face I could muster I said, “I’m the owner of this establishment.” (Please don’t ask me why I did that. My mouth was just running without any mental engagement.) “Well,” she said, “you can’t be because I am.” I was nailed. Other people assured me she really was the owner. A lovely conversation ensued and I was careful to truthfully answer all her questions.
So I ask you her question. “Who are you?” Hoards of people have no idea how to answer that question after they tell us their name. My wife would tell me I’m her most special person in the world. My sons call me Dad. My grandchildren call me Papa. One of them calls me Poppyseed. I have absolutely no idea why. Perhaps the most important answer is I am a son of the Most High God of the Universe. That comes with all manner of rights and privileges. I’m not the only person who can say that. You also can answer with that exciting response.
A child of God, though still a sinner, is a forgiven sinner and a prince or princess of the universe. We have been lavished with mercy which is aggressive forgiveness and promised to be rewarded far beyond what we can possibly imagine. And when I tell you this I absolutely am not lying. See Ephesians 3:20.
Written by Roger Bothwell on September 28, 2016
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