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Adopted on Easter

Our local church talks a lot about adoption. We have added so many children recently I have trouble keeping up with their names. They bless us with their love, joy, and faith.

We have celebrated Easter with loud “Hosannas.” We’ve listened to Jesus’ forgive his murderers. We have shouted, “He is risen!” and “Christ is risen indeed!”
Before I understood the need for Jesus’ death, I knew adoption. My husband adopted our daughter. My father-in-law accepted me as a daughter. We became part of a family full of love. 

Adopted.

Jesus was beaten for our transgressions. He was crucified for our sins. He rose to conquer sin and death in this dark world. And he did it all because he loves us (John 3:16).
The life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ offer eternal life and adoption into his royal family. When we accept his great love, mercy, grace, and forgiveness we become children of God.
Adopted. Sonship – full members in the family of God.
Unlike me, God is able to name each of his adopted children. He has their names written in the palm of his hand (Isaiah 49:16). He has inscribed our names in The Lambs Book of Life.
Jesus is my Brother. My Savior. My Friend.
God is my Daddy. My Father. My King.
“The Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry,‘Abba Father’” (Romans 8:15 NIV).
In Christ,
Berta
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Raised From the Dead

As an LPN working in the critical care unit at a local hospital, I was in the final hour of a twelve-hour shift when I entered my last patient’s room. A “Do Not Resuscitate” sign was posted at the door. I had met several of her family members the evening before and appreciated their love for her.
Looking at the cardiac monitor I saw her heart rate decrease to zero. I listened to her heart and lungs for life-signs. There were none. Stepping out, I asked the unit secretary to call her family members in from the waiting room.
Back at her bedside I leaned over, placed my hand on her chest and spoke quietly to her lifeless form, “Your family is coming in and you know they would like to be with you to say goodbye.” Gazing at the monitor, I watched her heart rhythm begin slowly. I laid my stethoscope on her chest and listened to her faint heartbeat while my own raced.
She was alive! And she lived long enough for her family to gather at her bedside and say goodbye to her.
Do such resurrections occur today? Yes. I am a witness. God on His throne reached down and used a young Christian to touch the soul of a dying woman.
Life is a precious gift. I know the Person who gives this gift. Do you know Him?
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows” (James 1:17 NIV).
In Christian Love,
Berta

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