One of the most incredible side effects of our adoption process is my newfound boldness for the gospel. I don’t care how many times I was offered a course on “How to Witness” at camps and Sunday school classes growing up… there was no way I would sit down with a semi-stranger and draw a diagram or spout out a memorized outline on the path to salvation. Fear gripped me. And besides that, it felt unnatural. I was never the evangelistic type.
Is that an excuse? Probably not. But now, I feel ready to speak. I haven’t done this yet, but I feel sure that the next time I see questions in people’s eyes that say, “Why in the world are you adopting from Uganda?”, the answer will come naturally: God adopted us. God loved us before we even knew Him. God gave His only Son to die for the world, so that we could be adopted as brothers and sisters of His Son Jesus. And God gave us His Spirit to empower us to love others how He has loved us. Our adopting this baby will be a muggy, shadowy reflection of the divinely beautiful and glorious way He pulled us into His family.
“Yes, but why Uganda? Why not a white country?” Well, why NOT Uganda? I think of Russ Moore’s words when he essentially says, “Our identity is now in Christ. Our identity is not in nationality or race. Our family is a family built on the life, death, & resurrection of Christ – more than on genetics. That includes our church family, and our family at home.”
What a freeing new phase of my Christian life! Will our sweet baby ever know how much his/her life already blessed his/her parents… even before we met!?