Are you an “AN?”
No, I didn’t mistype. Today’s blog starts with a question: Are you an “AN?”
If you are from Mexico, you are MexicAN.
If you are from Texas, you are TexAN.
If you are from California, you are CaliforniAN.
And, of course, the majority of us know that if you are born in America - you are an AMERICAN.
Spiritually speaking, are you an “AN?”
If you were born in Mexico, you have specific traits that identify you as a natural citizen of that country. The way you talk, the things you eat, your choice of drinks, and the clothes you wear all reveal your heritage.
Being Texan, I already know that I am super special. I love the saying that goes, “I wasn’t born in Texas but I got here as soon as I could.” Well, I was born in Texas so I am 100% TexAN.
I have a friend whose parents were sent up north before she was born. While her mother was in labor, her dad took out a fistful of Texas dirt and threw it up under the delivery table so that my friend would be born on Texas soil. Being a Texan was something her parents took great pride in being and they wanted to do their best to make my friend a little Texan despite the forced relocation.
When you grow up in Texas, there are many traits you cannot escape. We say things like, “yawl,” and “plum happy.” We also say we are “fixin” to go somewhere. Our southern drawl is recognizable just about any place we travel. I met a family from Italy while visiting California a few years back. After discovering I was from Texas, the first thing they asked was whether or not I carried a gun. Texans are known for their weapons.
The Beach Boys sang, “I wish they all could be California girls.” The belief was that California girls were somehow better than the rest of the country. Of course, if you are from Texas, you know that statement certainly isn’t true.
Oh, another Texas trait – we are Texas proud.
Before I talk and type myself into one big word jumble, please allow me to make my point. Our origin of birth will directly impact our attitudes, our actions, our belief systems, the way we talk, the way we interact, the things we say, the things we do, how we spend our free time – just about everything becomes obvious when we open our mouth. People can typically tell where we are from just by how we say, “Hello.” Shouldn’t our spiritual birth have even deeper roots in our lives?
I am a child of the King. I was born into the family of God by Jesus Christ’s Holy Spirit. If you aren’t from my neck of the woods, those words mean nothing to you. If, however, you were also born into God’s family – everything I am sharing makes total sense and you can also answer the question: “Yes. I am ChristiAN.”
Hopefully, people recognize us from the moment we open our mouths. Hopefully, just the word, “hello” reveals our Father. Hopefully. That is unless we’ve run away from home in an attempt to take up residence somewhere else.
1 John 3:1, “See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him.”
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