This week, I watched on Facebook as friends on different continents wrapped arms around babies who finally belong to them. Two beautiful girls who will now know what it is to belong and be loved.
This week, my loudest child went visiting, and the silence isn’t peaceful. It feels empty. Because he belongs here. And, all his noise is just part of him so it belongs here, too.
This week, I’ve thought a lot about the body I belong to, of how I fit within it.
And, I’ve realized that we belong. Maybe not here. Definitely not here.
But we belong.
As believers, we belong together. It’s only right and fitting to find joy in our fellowship.
As believers, we belong to God. It’s only right and fitting to find our home in him.
Because like those beautiful babies who have been brought into a place of belonging, we have been brought to one as well. We were once aliens, enemies, but now we are a people and a priesthood. We, who were far away, outside and outcast, have been ushered into the very center courts. We’ve been pulled from the darkness and pushed into the light.
And, we belong there.
Not some put-on, perfect version of us, but we who are loved just as we are, loud and wild and untamed at times. Because, in spite of all our failings, through Christ, we fully belong. We are not merely tolerated. We are loved.