Call me what you want to, just do not call me late to dinner! This is something I have heard all my life. A cute little pithy phrase… But what an impact it has in our faith tradition. As I was sending an email today it hit me that we are all called so many things, father, mother, wife, husband, son, daughter, coworker, boss, flunky, junky, beautiful, ugly, special, stupid, blessed…
As I think about the song Beloved by Todd Zielinski I think how we are all blessed, by the faith we have been given through the faithfulness of Jesus Christ. We have been named and claimed by God in our baptism. Named Beloved son or daughter of God. We are loved and claimed as an heir to the kingdom, part of the family, not the neglected step child, or the hated outcast. We are the loved child, the center of the parental attention. And we have been given a reserved seat at the table for all time, our place is secured, and we will not be called late to dinner.
So the world can call me what it will, and I can still hold my head high because of the inheritance I am secure in receiving, and I know I will not be called late to the feast to end all feasts!
aSacredRebel 