My name is David
I’m noticing an increasingly scary trend in the church. To put it simply – it goes like this: more and more of God’s people no longer know who they are. For some reason, many in the church believe the Kingdom of God is something that we enter when we die. In reality – we enter into the Kingdom of God the second we start to follow Jesus. Every once in a while, I’ll run into a group of people that can accept that, except then they act like (and believe they are just) peasants in this so called kingdom.
To follow Christ is to step in who God created us to be. Guess what, to follow Christ is to step into sonship (and daughtership). If our father is the King – doesn’t that mean we are princes and princesses? Doesn’t that make us coheirs to the throne? Doesn’t that make us a lot more than just peasants? I’ll let you chew on that for a bit, but for now – I want to take you to the intended point of this post. I was with a group of friends earlier and we were talking about identity (among other things), and the question was asked “Who are you?” I want to share with you how I respond to that question.
If I could some it up, I would say my name is David – which means beloved. I am a son of God. I’m a coheir to the throne. I am a man. I am a worrier and a worshiper.