Dream to go 4 – size matters

by richard w

I’m trying not to take it too personally that I’ve ended up in several conversations recently about how ‘size matters’!

Just think how much we all believe that deep down. The size of my job. The size of my education. The size of my bank balance. The size of my position. The size of my list of friends. The size of my wardrobe. And yes, the size of any number of parts of my body that surgeons will now happily shrink, stretch, lengthen or slim for me… at a price.

I spend far more time, energy and stress worrying about “size” than I want to admit to you, or even to myself.

But you know what… size really does matter.

The size of my dad.

For the ancients, identity was all about your family line. Basically, it was about “How big is your dad?”

Maybe that’s why the New Testament has what seems to be such a boring first few paragraphs!

Who you were, wasn’t about job, education, income or looks. It was about who you were the son or daughter of. And so in those first paragraphs, we’re introduced to Jesus, adopted by an earthly father, so that we get adopted by a heavenly one.

My fundamental identity is about who I belong to. Who my Father is.

How freeing... I can’t say to you that “my dad’s bigger than your dad”, and neither can you.

(photo of the new shoe shop on Bold St)