I did not choose my DNA, my skin color, my birth family, my tribe, my hometown, my first school, my first church, my country, and much more. This was what life dealt me. There was something else I was given: I was made in the divine likeness; I was created as an object of God’s love. So many things I did not and could not choose, yet I know in my heart of hearts that I am chosen. I am chosen by my Father, beloved by Him as His own child. I am an heir of His, made possible by my Elder Brother, Christ Himself.
“For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received a spirit of adoption. When we cry, “Abba! Father!” it is that very Spirit bearing witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ.” Romans 8:15-17a (NRSV)
