Today I heard a sermon about adoption. About being utterly alone, forsaken by those
you trust, struggling through life to make sense of it; to find meaning, to
find your place. Feeling alone, no matter how many people you are with.
Fighting the suspicion that others are not really for you; others are not able
to truly love the “real” you. And surrendering to that doubt; that idea that
has been firmly planted in you, that you are not worthy of love . . . just
because . . . just because you’re you. That your unworthiness is not due to
anything you’ve said or done, it is just your intrinsic lack of value and there
is nothing you can do to change that.
And then, unexpectedly, there is a moment in time; a light
that comes on in your soul, a voice, a nagging sense that something outside of
yourself is saying, “You are my child. I
am for you. Not only do I want you, but I created you so that I could love you;
so that you could love others and be loved by them in my name.”
I have heard this voice, and it continually speaks to
me. It is the voice of my God; my
Father; my adoptive Father. He tells me there is nothing I can do that will turn Him away; that
will make Him say, “that’s too much, Anita; I can’t love you now that you’ve
done that.” I know that I am loved by the Author of love, and that like Him this
love is never ending. I know that He loves me . . . just because . . . just
because I’m me. Not because I’m worthy or have done or said anything to deserve
it, and there is nothing I can do to change that.
That is the aspect of Easter that struck me today. That because of what Jesus did, I became the child of God. And while that it isn't nearly the entire theology of Easter, of Jesus' death and resurrection, it is what God chose to reassure me of today. Happy Easter!
