I hope you love your new house in St. Louis. I spent a grand total of 20 hours in it a few weeks ago, and I loved every second of it. I can’t wait to be with you next week. You have no idea how excited I am to see you and your mom again, to hold you both, to kiss your faces, and to put you to bed so I can kiss your mom a little more…
I know you’re probably worried that I have no one here to take care of me. Rest assured, your Aunt Niki and Uncle Dago have made sure I have everything I need. They even gave me my own tube of toothpaste.
I hope you know how much they love you and miss you. Your Aunt Niki and I stood in the kitchen last night looking at pictures and watching videos of you. You may not believe me, but they have pictures of you on their walls!
You may not be blood, but I promise you, you are part of their family.
As I watched your Aunt Niki scroll through photo after photo of you, as I listened to the heartbreak in her voice when she talked about how much she misses you, when I saw the way her face lit up when she watched the video of you dancing to Digital Underground’s “No Nose Job,” I realized for the first time just how much she loves you.
Before you left, her and Uncle Dago would say how much they were going to hate not having you around. I believed them. I just didn’t understand the full weight of their love for you.
It’s hard for me to understand how they feel about you, Lewis. I’ve never had a relationship with a friend’s kid like they have with you. I’ve never loved a child that wasn’t my own flesh and blood the way Aunt Niki and Uncle Dago love you.
But I’ve been loved that way. I’ve been accepted into a family in which I wasn’t born. Like Aunt Niki and Uncle Dago with you, God has called me His own.
Lewis, there are a couple places in the New Testament where we’re told that through faith in Jesus we are children of God, adopted into His family. It doesn’t say we’re brought in as servants if we obey the rules, or associates if we have something to offer the relationship. It simply says we are made His children, and that He calls us His own.
It seems so simple, almost too simple, doesn’t it? I can assure you, the moment you were born, Aunt Niki and Uncle Dago loved you. How much more do you think God must love you?
What’s cool for me is that just like through Jesus we are able to be part of God’s family, through me you have become part of Aunt Niki and Uncle Dago’s. Because of my love for you and my love for them, it’s an honor to fill this role.
This all might sound crazy to you, Lewis. But, I promise you, if you can wrap your mind around it, it will change your life – both the love of Aunt Niki and Uncle Dago, and the perfect love of God.
Does the love of God through Jesus seem too simple and crazy to you?
Think about the love of your friends and family toward you, your kids, your parents, etc. Does God’s love still seem crazy?
Are you adopted? How has this shaped your understanding of God’s love? Tell me by sending a message to firstname.lastname@example.org.
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