Eagerly waiting for the adoption


The Verse of the Day for December 12, 2015 is taken from Galatians 4:4-5 (AMP):

But when [in God’s plan] the proper time had fully come, God sent His Son, born of a woman, born under the [regulations of the] Law, so that He might redeem and liberate those who were under the Law, that we [who believe] might be adopted as sons [as God’s children with all rights as fully grown members of a family].

Apropos of the Christmas season the passage brings to mind the birth of Jesus Christ through whom we have the adoption as sons. Adoption is a legal process whereby adopted sons are given the same rights and privileges as sons who were naturally born into a family. Indeed, as legally adopted sons we have the right to our father’s inheritance and all that his citizenship entails.

A similar expression is used in Romans 8:22-23:

22 For we know that the whole creation has been moaning together as in the pains of childbirth until now. 23 And not only this, but we too, who have the first fruits of the Spirit [a joyful indication of the blessings to come], even we groan inwardly, as we wait eagerly for [the sign of] our adoption as sons—the redemption and transformation of our body [at the resurrection].

This related passage is part of the introduction for an original poem that personalizes a deep yearning to not only witness but to actually participate in the birthing process in a manner similar to my being present for the birth of our two daughters. One of the metaphors that I occasionally use to describe this deep desire is that I often speak of being an “accoucheur,” the French term that describes a male attendant at a birthing, the masculine counterpart of a midwife. That particular phrase is used in the title of a poem that came to mind, as I reflected upon the two passages related to giving birth.

Accoucheurs to Spring

For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.

Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit,
even we ourselves groan within ourselves,
eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body.

Romans 8:22-23

For years we have yearned to be accoucheurs to spring,
To observe, to assist with the birthing process,
The fruitful flowering as part of God’s offspring
That reveals the Father’s deep desire to bless.
As a mother whose hour has come will travail,
Wailing, waiting for the fruit of love to be seen,
So barrenness trembles that new life might prevail
To transform the gray terrain to emerald green.
We follow the gardener whose plans we cannot see;
To seek God’s will and do it are our sole pursuits.
As we move into the fullness of His glory,
The Lord of the harvest gathers precious firstfruits.
The whole creation groans, all heaven and earth
Yearn to experience the wonder of childbirth.

During this season we are continually reminded of the birth of the Savior who came forth in the fullness of time that we might have the adoption as sons.

So many of the songs of Christmas refer to the birth of the Jesus Christ, and one of my favorite is the spiritual “Children, Go Where I Send Thee.” Listen to this rousing rendition by contemporary Christian artist, Mandisa. The lyrics begin and end with a reference to “the little biddy baby who was born, born, born in Bethlehem.”


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