For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” (Romans 8:14-15)
Whenever we discuss God
as Father, some will object, saying that their father was a monster, and
if that’s what God is like, they want nothing to do with him. None of us have a
perfect human father. I’d like to say I loved mine, and he loved me, but we
spoke very different love languages, and that didn’t help. He wasn’t a monster,
and I won’t pretend that I understand the depth of the pain suffered by those
who did have a monster for a father, but even those who had or have a monstrous
father have some inkling of what a father should be.
But, as Priscilla Shirer
points out in FerVent, identity is an area where we are often deceived. I
recently wrote about the possibility of being wrong when it comes to being the
victim of spiritual warfare, and this is one of the big areas. I do a lot to
myself. The world does everything it can to destroy our understanding of who we
are in Christ, but it’s possible that there has been a skilled manipulator
involved in addition to the rather blatant work done by the other two.
Identity is a crucial
topic for me. Not only is the issue deeply personal, but I’m starting to do
research for a series of novels for which it is the theme. One of the more
frightening villain I’ve ever encountered in any TV series or book is Star Trek’s
Borg, in which individuality and personal identity are effectively erased. People
are just part of the Borg, included like a cog in a machine. This is an issue I’ve
faced as a Christian. Yes, I’m saved but that just makes me yet another of the
countless ewes in the flock. Yes, there are duties to be performed on my behalf,
but if I ceased to exist, someone else could fill my spot and I wouldn’t even
be missed.
Yes, I know… “Karen! That’s
not true…” but that’s the obligatory response, isn’t it? I’m loved because that’s
what God does - He loves everyone. I’m loved because God commands it. It’s your
job. I’m acceptable as long as I’m a good non-entity part of the Human,
Christian, female, or whatever version of the Borg continuum. The moment I get
in the way, don’t agree, I’m history. I’m a monster. I’m useless… I’m no good
at anything and useless for any practical purpose, but I’m the last person in
line and it’s your turn to pick. Yada, yada, yada. It doesn’t help when your
name is used to identify someone who is unacceptable because she doesn’t
tolerate being treated with the level of disrespect one assumes appropriate for
just another one of the worthless sheep.
I know these things are
not true in the way that I’ve described. That’s what I’ve learned from Psalm 139.
But that is the narrative that whispers, sings, and even screams through my
life, and through the lives of lots of other people. It’s the rut that has been
plowed in my mind that needs to be filled in. We all have them. What are yours? How's your relationship with your Father?
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