When I was growing up in my little hometown of Shenandoah, Iowa the place was running over with kids. Spring and summer were playground city–baseball, hide and seek, kick the can, king of the hill, red rover red rover, fireworks, swimming, sleepovers, whiffle ball, sleeping in the tent in the back yard–you name it we played it.
Baseball was our favorite. We had so many kids in two or three neighborhoods we could pick two captains and choose sides.
Wherever we played we all hoped we could avoid being picked last. Being picked last or even next to last was the kiss of death. It made us feel rejected or unaccepted.
we learned in those elementary years that acceptance was the thing we all craved more than anything else.
That desire for acceptance followed us into adulthood. Isn’t that desire to be accepted still with us. Whether it’s a spouse, or work associates, or golfing buddies, or employer, or employees, or neighbors, or church family, or Bible study group, or extended family, or in-laws.
One of the most precious feelings we can experience in life is the sense of belonging–the idea that we’re accepted. Tell me I’m wrong.
Some Christians can’t wrap their heads around the concept of being accepted by God. “He doesn’t mean me,” they say. “He doesn’t know all the things I’ve done.” (Oh yes He does.) “I’m not good enough.”
Just think about this for a minute:
- God chose you before the foundation of the world. Not some NFL quarterback or insurance salesman from Omaha. YOU! He chose YOU!
- God called you
- God loves you
- God saved you
- God placed you in Christ
- God adopted you into his own family
I think we can say without a shadow of a doubt that God accepts you and me and every saint just like we are.1
1A message by Dr. James Merritt, Touching Lives Ministries Atlanta, Georgia was the inspiration for this blog post.