“But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God.” ~ John 1:12
The other day I was reading a magazine article about a celebrity who has decided to design a line of jewelry. Of course, it will be high-end and expensive, as are most things celebrities decide to lend their names to. But this celeb has taken things a step further – the pieces of jewelry will only be available to private clients.
Since Uncle Sam signs my income checks, I’m guessing that I don’t qualify.
Actually, I don’t even have a clue how to go about something like that – how does one get private client status? Do you call them? Do they call you? Do your people call their people? Anyway, since I’m still average like everyone else, it made me wonder why we do things like that.
Why do we always feel the need to assign status and classes to things? Does sitting at a VIP table in a restaurant really make the food taste any better? What about velvet-roping people out of a club? Does it mean you actually have anything different than what everyone else has – or can we simply not resist what we can’t have?
I continued thinking about this as I read my son Max Lucado’s wonderful story, “You Are Special.” If you haven’t read this beautiful children’s book, you should. It is about a society of little wooden people, called Wemmicks, who go around sticking gold stars and black dots on people – a visual representation of people’s judgment. I thought about the little wooden Wemmicks and their stars and dots, and realized that we never really outgrown the urge to put people in little boxes according to what they can and cannot do. As a first grade teacher, I wondered if my students would make the connections to the allegory in the story – that in order for people’s judgments not to bother us we need God – but I shouldn’t have questioned it. By the time children are six years old, they have already experienced what it feels like to be made fun of and want to know if they really belong.
Thankfully, God extends the offer to belong to anyone who wants to take Him up on it. He doesn’t limit the opportunity to only the beautiful or rich or talented people; He wants every single person on earth to be one of His children. I know that I am not thankful for this nearly enough – how amazing is it that God loves me just for me?
I think the challenge for all of us is to remember that God wishes us to treat everyone this way as well – if He loves that person, we should, too. And since He loves everyone, it goes without saying that we should, too.