The real struggle for me shouldn't be the occasional rude question about my son's identity [he is adopted] ; it should be the ongoing question about my own.
Maybe the questions bothered me so much because they are being asked about me all the time, within the echo chamber of my own fallen psyche and by unseen rebel angels all around. "Are you really a son of the living God?‚ Does your God really know you?‚ Does this biblical story really belong to you?‚ Are these really your brothers and sisters?‚ Do you really belong here?"
The question of identity related to adoption was so desperate because it challenged the authenticity of my family. But more than that, it challenged the authenticity of the gospel. We veer from a fleshly self-sufficiency to a fleshly despair to a fleshly tribalism. And in all of this we lose sight of Christ.
In adoption we find ourselves "in Jesus."
["And because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying out, "Abba, Father!" Therefore you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ."]
-Russell Moore, Adopted For Life.
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