I’d like to start this series off by talking about this human mentality we all seem to possess. This “Oh, we’re only human” or, “We’re not perfect, we’re just human.” I don’t know about you, but last time I checked, I was a child of God, and a spiritual being, not human. Human to me seems almost like a term for those who don’t have the spirit of God within them, who don’t possess his seal on their foreheads. But for those of us who are Christians, who believe in Jesus, that he died on the cross for us, and rose again 3 days later and ascended to heaven and will one day come back for us, we’re children of God.

“Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.” –John 1:12

Why is it so hard for us to remove this human mentality, and imitate the characteristics of Jesus? Because Jesus wasn’t human, and he never tried to be, he never tried to be someone he wasn’t. He had integrity in who he was, and who God said he was. Where is that in us? Where are the characteristics of Jesus? We were meant to imitate Jesus.

“For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. 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 3:27-28

We’ve spent so many hundreds of centuries trying to fit in, trying to be like everyone else, to be of this world, that after all this time, we have forgotten who we are. Forgotten who we really belong to, we forgot our home. As the years go by, the insecurity of this world has wrapped itself around us to the point that we forgot. Forgot what it was like to be one with God and one with ourselves. To be who God says we are and live and breathe in that knowledge and take it everywhere we go. The moment Jesus died on the cross and rose again, that was the moment where the great wall that separated us from being with God and becoming like Jesus, dissolved. And now that we actually have the time and chance to be like Jesus, we choose not to, we choose to be afraid of what the world will think of us, of what our friends and family will think of us. Will the people of this world that everyone is so hung up on trying to impress and please, change the fact that your a son and daughter of God? Would it really make a difference? Your a child of God whether people like it or don’t like it.

Since I was 6 years old the devil had placed this constant need to be accepted. Acceptance was a priority for me when I was growing up and even today, I struggle with that. I tried so hard to be like everyone else, I cut and colored my hair so many times and changed the way I talked, hoping that maybe just maybe if I cut my hair just right or if I talked a certain way, I could be normal like everyone else, that I would become like everyone else. Because that was my goal in my heart, I felt the uniqueness inside of me growing over the years, which made the urge to feel accepted by the world get stronger.

I never understood why it never worked. Why no matter how hard I changed and made all sorts of attempts to become like everyone else, why it never worked. Why I had to be the exception to the rule. Even my sisters were able to do it, but I never could, and I didn’t understand, and it frustrated me to no end. I was upset, I was angry, I’m like why am I stuck having to be this unique and different person compared to everyone else. Especially since those who were like everyone else tried so hard not to be. And yet me, who was born not of this world, who wanted nothing more than to belong and be like everyone else, in a world who didn’t want me, and not be able to be normal. It didn’t make sense, until I realized that it doesn’t matter. Who God created me to be is the me I was born to be. Whoever God made us, was exactly who we are supposed to be, no ifs, ands, or buts, there was no mistakes or accidents when God created us. And I realized that being different, being unusual, and just a tiny bit crazy, wasn’t a sin, it wasn’t bad, it wasn’t something you needed to be ashamed or insecure about. It was something to be proud of.

“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” Genesis 1:27

God made us in his image, by being ashamed and insecure about who we truly are, we are inadvertently showing God that we are ashamed of him. Because it is his image he created us in. What does that say about us? God has never been ashamed of us, yet we’re ashamed of who God created us as, therefore a part of us has always been ashamed of God. And doubting the truth about who we are, because the world has planted this idea in our heads that we were a mistake, an accident, undesirable, unlovable, that we were in the wrong body, that we weren’t meant to be a man and/or female. God has never once doubted his choice in who he made us as, he never once doubted the reasoning behind our personality, our appearance, our characteristics, he loved us long before we were even created or thought of. And yet we have the nerve to feel insecure and ashamed of someone who has done nothing but love us and welcome us with open arms despite the mistakes and sin we’ve done to ourselves, to other people, and even towards him. Who does that make us?

We call ourselves human, and yet we are anything but human. We are God’s children. I’ve learned to accept and appreciate and be proud of my differences and my uniqueness because that’s what makes me, Me. I wasn’t born to be like everyone else, I was born to be different, I was born to stand out amongst everyone. Not to be a shadow or to be invisible but to be Unique. I am a child of God, and I am absolutely proud to scream that at the top of my lungs on the rooftops, I’m proud to let the entire world know just how much I love being his daughter.

My co-worker once asked me if anyone has ever told me I was strange, and I simply told her, I know I’m strange, I know I’m weird, and to the world, I am crazy. And she looked at me like I had grown an extra head the second those words left my lips. And when she walked away I simply laughed and told God, she has no idea just how strange I really am. I was purely amused by that, I’m thinking, your just now realizing this?

I’ve learned to accept my strangeness and make it a part of me, because its who I am. I am a bit strange, and I’m happy about it. Does that make me even more strange? Sure, maybe, I don’t know, but it doesn’t really matter what the world sees me as, because at the end of the day, its God’s opinion and judgement that matters to me. And given the fact that the world is not God, why should I try to impress you, or please you, when I have a father who loves me as I am, and isn’t ashamed of me and wants more than anything for me to be myself. Which isn’t human but a daughter of God. Do I struggle with Acceptance at times still, sure, but God’s strength and grace is sufficient enough for me, and through God I can overcome anything.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

So I wonder, if we were to lose this human mentality, and accepted ourselves as who we truly were, as children of God, and became like Jesus, What would we look like? What would our lives look like?

This series we shall find out what its truly like to be like Jesus. Stop being a human, and be like Christ Jesus.

I pray, God that you forgive us for our insecurity and our shame in who you made us as, because you are perfect and you made us in your image and if we are ashamed of who we are, we are ashamed of you, so please forgive us and help us forgive others as you forgive us for our trespasses. And please open our eyes so that we may see ourselves as you see us, because you have perfect vision, allow us to have your sight and your eyes so that not only will we accept ourselves but we may accept others as they are. In your son’s name we pray, in Jesus’s name, Amen.

Have a blessed afternoon, and may Angels watch over you all, in Jesus’s name, Amen! (:

Published by Morgan Warner