I know there’s a place you walked, where love falls from the trees. My heart is like a broken cup. I only feel right on my knees. I spit out like a sewer hole, yet still receive your kiss. How can I measure up to anyone now, after such a love as this? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? —The Who
Soooo, who are you? You might answer:
I’m a man, a woman, a teenager. I’m a Republican, a Democrat, a Baptist, a Methodist. I’m a Millennial, a Gen X-er, a Baby Boomer. I’m Latino, African American, Caucasian, Asian. I’m well-off, I’m struggling, I’m making ends meet. I’m a father of two, a mom of five. I’m single. I’m married. I’m divorced. I’m separated.
Sure, some of those descriptions might be a fit. For years, I introduced myself as a pastor, a leader, a preacher, a radio guy. However, these were all secondary identities. It took the Lord to show me, “Pete, you’re a son of God. Nothing else matters.”
Even after becoming followers of Christ, we can continue to live out of our secondary identities. What are our secondary identities? Anything other than the truth about being a child of God.
Listen, the cross leveled the ground beneath it. There are no longer distinctions beyond the fact that we are all children of God.
There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)
What’s your primary identity? You are a child of God through faith in Jesus.
In Galatians 4:6, Paul goes on to say that your soul can cry out to God, “Abba, Father.” Abba is translated as “Daddy.” That might seem trivial, but really think about everything this name implies! Children run to “Daddy.” They ride on their “daddy’s” shoulders. They tuck themselves under “Daddy’s” arms. They tug on his hand—and they know their “daddy” is smitten with them.
Please, get this: Today, you can call Him “Daddy” with all of the random, giddy, spontaneous passion of a child because you are His kid, and nothing—nothing—can keep you from His embrace today.
Daddy, let’s play! Amen.