This morning, I was awakened by the sound of the street cleaner, its brushes making a continuous sound against the pavement and water residue from the rain before. If I hadn't known any better, I would have imagined it to be the end of the world as a giant monster's breath was getting closer to my house with every second that passed by. But no, it was simply the street cleaner, and my childlike fantasies were corrected by my understanding of it's actual form.
However, this wake-up call triggered something else in my mind as I turned and readjusted myself in bed. I was brought back to the first time I had heard the street cleaner, or any strange noise for that matter, and was reminded of the immediate fear that rushed in my bones to the unfamiliar sounds. Being younger in age, I had not yet experienced the object, and therefore, the insecurity would cause anxiety to bubble up from within. Yet now, because of my constant interaction with such things, the flame of fear has dwindled to a flicker, if anything, as everything has become so familiar.
Almost too familiar.
In John 8, Jesus talks about two types of "families" when talking about children: children of God and children of the Devil. Now, evidently, Romans 8:12-16 makes it clear that when we accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior and believe that He is the Son of God, then we too take on that same persona; Jesus took our place, and now we are able to take His. Therefore, we are children of God, receiving full the inheritance and the blessings that comes from that (1 Peter 1:3-5). Certainly, we've heard this before, right?
If this is to be true (which it is, solely based on the fact that God's Word is true and everlasting, see Psalms 33:4), then where is our home? From this standpoint, if we are in God's family, our home would be found with Him, making us "visitors" or "aliens" to the earth. However, my experience this morning led me to realize a certain conviction that I've been ignorant too: I may be a child of God, but my lifestyle is one infatuated with a strange land. It suddenly became apparent to me how little I know of my heavenly home and how much I find comfort in this temporary dwelling of earth. With that understanding, I've come to realize the urgency I suddenly have to better understand my real home, in order that I might not walk in hypocrisy any longer.
- First, I must get to know my Father. Spending time in prayer and His Word allows me to understand his perspective, and character, along with strengthening my relationship with him.
- Second, I must "die" to myself. This may sound tragic, but it's actually a beautiful image. Jesus knows we can't live a "double-life," so he urges us to give up the dust in Mark 8:34, in order that we might grab hold of the gold he has in store for us. To grasp onto one thing, we must let go of another.
- Third, I must allow for a mind transformation. Romans 12:1-2 says it all: "Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."
God, help me not to conform, but be transformed, that your daughter would be true to her father, and become oh-so-familiar with her true family line. Thank you, Lord.