Family

Seasonal and Forever Families

I was carried, born, and taught for eight years by a woman married to a man. They had two daughters before I arrived. Faith, hope, and love bound my mother, father, sisters, and me together as a family. My mother believed when we couldn’t, she hoped when we wouldn’t, and her love covered a multitude of sins – mostly ours. We gravitated to her. We followed her. We obeyed her. We feared her. We loved her. She orbited around Jesus and we orbited around her. Life with mother was family, even if she was the only one who believed, hoped, and loved during our short time as a family during hard times.

She died. Her faith became sight, her hope became her reward, and her love became perfect. She may not need faith and hope where she is now, but I know her love is forever. She was our bright star. She didn’t orbit around us. She always orbited around Jesus. She burned brighter with every day that passed. She gave birth to a family, expended her fuel, and we witnessed her supernova.

We orbited our memories of her for a while but gravitated to other loves. Each of us sought new stars, each his own, and broke our secondary orbit around Jesus. We orbited Jesus the way the moon orbits the earth as it orbits the sun. We heard, we saw, and believed for a while, then she died. There was no life on the moon. If God had grandchildren, things would have turned out differently, but He only has children. She was our link to Him and without her our parasitic needs required a new host.

We were sad. We cried. The death of our star was a sad process that culminated in an explosive supernova. From our side, it looked like a dark void. I wonder what the death of a star looks like from the other side?

I know what the birth of a star must feel like. I was born again from the dust of a broken moon lost in space. I remember the family of my first birth. I live forever with the family of my second birth. Thank God for family. Thank God for forever family.

While he was still speaking to the people, behold, his mother and his brothers stood outside, asking to speak to him. But he replied to the man who told him, “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” And stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.

Matthew 12:46-50 gives us Jesus’ perspective on seasonal family versus forever family. What’s yours? Is it forever?

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