Is that okay? Can I call you family? In my mind, you are. You’re my brother, my sister, my mother, my father. I write with you in mind. No, maybe not by human blood do we share family ties, but by the blood of Jesus whom God calls his Firstborn. And with His sacrifice we become heirs in the Kingdom, brothers and sisters to one another.
Now if we are children, then we are heirs — heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.
In Mark, Jesus was sitting with a crowd and his mother and brothers came to see him. They couldn’t quite get to him though, so they sent someone to tell him they were there. I imagine maybe they were like “this is our VIP card” saying they were His family. Yet, Jesus didn’t take it that way.
“Who are my mother and my brothers?” he asked.
Then he looked at those seated in a circle around him and said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does God’s will is my brother and sister and mother.”
Isn’t that awesome!?!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my biological family. I would do anything for them. But only a few of my family are Christ followers. While I am sure some of them will read this blog from time to time, I am writing for YOU. God has called me to make disciples. My purpose is to use my God given talents, knowledge and passions to educate and demonstrate how to be a Christ-centered, healthy, compassionate, and talented individual to my children and the world.
So I am writing you. I am fairly sure that the older I get the less I know, so I’ll try to pass on what little nuggets I have gained. You can take it or leave it. Don’t bash me for my opinions; they are simply that.
I have another agenda, too. I fear I am going crazy. My brain becomes so filled with thoughts that I can’t sleep, I can’t answer the kids questions, I’m in another world. It is a terrible problem. So you see I must write to you, to clear my jumbled brain; to give clarity to myself.
If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Maybe this jumbled mess that is my brain will one day guide my children or my children’s children. That would bring me great pleasure!
I hope to write to you again soon. Until then…
Kara Lynn Becker