“That there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together. Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it.” (I Corinthians 12:25-27, English Standard Version) We call it many things—body of Christ, family of God, household of faith, the church. Whatever phrase we use, it gives me joy to know that I’m included. I wonder if we really appreciate the blessing of being part of the body of Christ. It’s more…
As Guin and I began our preparations for church one Wednesday evening, she decided that her Cabbage Patch doll, Caroline, needed a new dress. As she stripped Caroline down to her bare cloth bottom, Guin pointed to the signature of Xavier Roberts on Caroline’s “caboose.” She asked me what the writing was. I explained that it was the signature of the man who created all the Cabbage Patch dolls. She then asked me why he would put his name on their bottoms. As I began to formulate my answer, I had to smile to myself.
I explained to her that his signature was important because even though all the dolls are different, and each one has a different name, he is the one that designed all of the dolls. He wanted the world to know that each doll is his unique creation. By putting his name on each one for everyone to see, no one could mistake a Cabbage Patch for any other doll. The world is full of dolls, but Cabbage Patch dolls are special and unique. And without controversy, Xavier Roberts is their creator.
And so it is with us. Without controversy, a signature has been placed on our hearts that defines and separates us. Many hearts, one signature. And though each of us is gifted as well as flawed in many ways, we were created in His likeness, and He has given us His name. We belong to our Divine Creator. All credit is due Him, for He loves each of us and desires the best for His creation. Not only does He desire good things for His children, but He longs for us to be a separate and living testimony of His work in us.
How visible is His signature on our hearts? As we move through this world, can it be seen etched in our lives? After all, we are not just any people. We are His!
For me, I hope Jesus Christ is as plain in my heart as the smile on my face. Let there be no mistake. I proudly belong to Him.