There’s a new boy in the neighborhood and I invited him to join me and the kids when we went apple picking. On our way, Button explained to him that Joseph was adopted. The boy was surprised–I suspect this was the first time he met someone who was adopted. He couldn’t figure it out: why did we make someone our son who was not our son?

I told him that I was adopted.

“You were?!” he asked, surprised but also seeming to understand from where our motivation came.

“Yes, I was. And you know what?” I leaned in real close, and with a twinkle in my eye I said, “You were adopted, too.”

“I was?!” He was shocked. And then a look crossed his face like, “How could you know that?”

“Yes, you were. When you accepted Jesus in your heart as your Lord and Savior, did God become your Father? Did you become His son?”

“Yes…”

“Was God your Father before that? Were you a child of God before you asked for forgiveness of all your sins–everything?”

“No…” A look of realization began to dawn across his face.

“So you once were not a son of God, but now you are?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, slowly nodding.

“So that means you’ve been adopted into God’s family?”

He nodded more enthusiastically, now getting it, “I see! I’m adopted into God’s family just like Joseph is doped into your family!”

Amen. Everyone who is in Christ has been adopted–we have the spirit of adoption by which we can call our God, “Father.”