Ranting

To whom it may concern,

I wasn’t born again because I carefully considered options and concluded this is the best way. I wasn’t born again because it was the most logical way to live my life. I wasn’t born again because having such a weak spirit and intellect I was overcome by some crafty Christian with well-constructed arguments bent to add more members to whatever denomination. I wasn’t born again because the council of some Church examined me and decided I exhibit signs of new life. Absolutely NOT!

I was born again because God decided to give me life. I was born from Him and for Him. He carried me inside Himself not for 9 months, but since before time began. When the time for my birth came, while I was dead in my sins, like He called Lazarus out of his grave, I was called out of my sin, and I lived. He delivered me with much, much pain and suffering, in fact He died to give me birth.

Whatever I am now, I am by His grace and His grace towards me has not been in vain. No human has a claim on me because I wasn’t born again out of the will of any human. I’m being asked ‘what are you?’, meaning what denomination. Let’s get something straight, if a denomination would have delivered me, I would have looked like said denomination or Christian branch. If an ideology would have delivered me, I would have looked like said ideology. BUT, since The Holy One True God has delivered me, He is the only One entitled to demand I look like Him.

No denomination carried me while I looked like one abnormally born, He did! He tore Himself to pieces on a cross to give me life. He cleansed me. He cut my umbilical cord. He put me in diapers. He gave me milk. He stayed up every hour of my sickness when I had a fever. He comforted me when I was crying my eyes out for some imagined peril. He told me stories that birthed in me dreams to be like His heroes of faith. He was by my side while I wept my soul out. He was by my side when I was so happy, I thought I’d lose my mind. He was the One that rejoiced at my very first step. He was the One that was heartbroken at my straying. He was the One that tore His hands to shreds to reach me when I fell off a cliff. He nurtured me back to health. No human was with Him. He did that work alone in me, so He’s the only one that has any claim on me.

Let no one else ask me what I am, I AM HIS. That’s all that matters. Small minds and smaller spirits concern themselves with useless things like ‘I follow Paul, I follow Apollos, I follow Cephas’. Renew your minds and circumcise your hearts. You are of Christ if indeed you follow Him.

“Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.” (1 John 3:2)

 

by Cristina Pop