Stop Supporting God

A while back my then 18 month old son crawled on top of me and laid down.

It gave me a warm feeling.

Not so much because my son wanted to lay down with me but more for the fact that he peed on me.

I still love him.

He’s my son.

God isn’t interested in your support.

Support is something politicians ask you for via recorded message.  They would really appreciate your support.  Some would also really appreciate the support of your dead relatives.  Either way, the politicians desperately need your support.

God doesn’t want you to be his fan either.

Fans pick their teams and unless they’re the type that simultaneously cheer for the Packers, Patriots and Saints they usually end up being disappointed every year.  Sometimes even the most devoted fans switch their teams once they finally have had enough.  In the world of fandom, it’s what have you done for me lately.  Loyalty shmoyalty.

God is, however, interested in sons.

By that I mean that he is about making heirs.  In first century Jewish culture, the son was the default recipient of all the father had.  That’s why in Galatians 4:7, Paul can tell men and women that, “you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.”  He isn’t being sexist and excluding the ladies.  Rather, he is saying that repentance and faith in Jesus is the means by which men and women are transferred from orphan slaves to adopted heirs.

An heir has a guaranteed inheritance waiting for him that has nothing to do with anything he did.  Colossians 1:12-14 says that God has delivered his people “from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.”  I’m not who I used to be.  Jesus has changed me.  I once was dead but now I am alive and I have a guaranteed inheritance that is protected by the Holy Spirit (Ephesians 1:13-14) and that will not fade away (1 Peter 1:3-4).

Fans choose their teams and supporters choose their candidates but, as an heir of God, you have been chosen, not because of some award winning characteristic God spotted in you but solely because of his love (Ephesians 1:4-5) and grace (Ephesians 2:8).  It’s only by this grace that I stopped being a child of wrath, fighting against God and became a son.

I thank God that he has done more than ask for my support.  He has called me to more than fandom.  He doesn’t need either.  In spite of my sin that killed me and made me his enemy, he made me his son and he loves me and nothing can change that.

I am a son of God.  Sons make a mess and sons are far from perfect but sons belong to the family, forever.