There’s a line we sometimes sing in church that starts “I once was fatherless.”
How many Christians recognize that we were once orphans? I know I never did until I started our adoption process. It’s a hard concept to remember. I have trouble even now, until I hear a line like that one and think of my baby living in Africa with no family, and no knowledge of the massive love his soon-to-be parents have for him. My heart then fills with emotion as a realize that I was once that vulnerable, and that unaware of God’s immense love for me.
In years to come, our child may sometimes forget that he was once fatherless. It isn’t an easy idea to dwell on, & I’m not sure whether our child even should… but I know that it can be beneficial for Christians to dwell on our once spiritual orphanhood.
It is so easy for us to get comfortable and forget that ours is a story of deliverance. From sin, from shame, from being an orphan and an outcast. It is easy to become complacent as we rest in God’s grace. But instead, we should do the critical task of remaining thankful for the rescue we recieved from absolute squalor… all so we could know God and His infinitely sweet goodness.