If you’re reading this when it drops (roughly 7-ish am Eastern time) and can spare 15 seconds to breathe a prayer to our Father, please do. This morning, in a small hearing room in an imposing judicial building in southern Colorado, I’ll petition the court to allow me to adopt the three little munchkins I’ve been step-dadding the past six years.
You might wonder if three more Bennetts in the land is a good thing. Fair question.
You might ask, “Don’t you already have five kids?” Indeed, five amazing, brilliant, well-adjusted and both physically and socially attractive adult children.
But this is the step before us: To legally ordain what has become true these past years. And I am thrilled. (Mom, too!)
The concept of adoption flows through scripture and history. We’re told in Ephesians 1.5 that, “God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure.”
“Great pleasure” indeed. I can relate to God!
I share this with you because good news should go forth. Also to remind us Gentiles that we’ve been grafted into the things of God. And further, to fan the flames of your desire to see our Muslim cousins adopted as full-fledged, daughters and sons of the king.
Surely they were designed for this and will find fresh joy and fulfillment in such status. Just as will our three in a nondescript, but consecrated courtroom this morning.
PS. If you’re within range of southern Colorado, join us to celebrate Saturday noon at 6154 Boulder Ave. Rye, CO.