Imitators and Crazy Faith

Today in my time with my heavenly Dad He was talking to me about being an imitator but not a cheap imitation…so, how does crazy faith play into that?

I love the reminder about getting my act together. As I was getting ready to close my computer down I decided to check my e-mail. An advertisement from the Christian Bookstore caught my eye. I haven’t bought a book, except from the Depot, in quite a long time. I heard the store is beginning to feel the effects of people ordering online, so I decided to see what they had to offer.

“Great Tasting Brew,” with coffee beans, was pictured at the bottom of the page. CLICK!

They had a new line of product by “Crazy Faith”. I just glanced as this gentleman is a singer I have not heard yet (or not realized it was him), a husband and father of 9. They went on to say “and three were adopted.” Ummmm…not sure why that was necessary. Isn’t the whole point of being adopted, to be “one of the gang?” If it is constantly being pointed out that “you’re adopted” are  you ever going to feel like you are on the same playing field as the bio-kids, albeit, you were “chosen?” Don’t you want to be special because of who you are, not because of what happened to you?

“Why the thoughts one after the other, Dad?” Maybe because when kids are adopted into a new family, if they are older, they come with a completely different ideas of what “normal” is. They may come from abuse where hitting and yelling are the way you get what you want. In the new family, I would hope, that is not acceptable. They probably can’t instantly wrap their minds around how to act or NOT act, for that matter. The best idea, if there are other older kids in the home, is to imitate them, until they have assimilated into the new family.

Taylor did NOT enjoy that aspect of fostering. Having one or two duplicates of yourself walking around can be a tad wearing on the nerves, especially when they use your catch phrases, and do their hair like yours. Eventually, conversations about identity are necessary.

Are we such good imitators of our heavenly Dad’s son, that it necessitates an identity conversation? Me? NOT EVEN CLOSE.

John 13:12-15 So when He had washed their feet, and taken His garments and reclined at the table again, He said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? “You call Me Teacher and Lord; and you are right, for so I am. “If I then, the Lord and the Teacher, washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.“For I gave you an example that you also should do as I did to you.

1 John 2:6 “the one who says he abides in Him ought himself to walk in the same manner as He walked”

Ephesians 4:32 Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.

Colossians 3:13 “bearing with one another, and forgiving each other, whoever has a complaint against anyone; just as the Lord forgave you, so also should you.”

I am scratching the surface of how many times my heavenly Dad urges me to emulate His son. I could use every excuse I could think of. Some might be almost justifiable, at least in my own eyes and the eyes of the world, why I might have a “pass” on a faithful walk. I cannot say how many times I’ve been told,”It’s understandable to be mad at God,” “Doubting your faith is normal with what you are going through,” and on and on…but it doesn’t feel right. Do I or don’t I trust? Do I or don’t I have faith? Do I care more about what goes on here on earth or my final, eternal, life with my heavenly Dad, even though life here is stinkin’ hard?

Imitator…walking the walk and talking the talk. Will I ever get it right all the time? Absolutely not. Will He love me anyway? Absolutely. Boy, do I have a long way to go to get it right.

Until Monday, have a wonderful weekend!





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