TITLE: Heart of an Heir
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The other day I heard a story. This young girl decided that today was the day she would climb a tree. But not just any tree she look at all the trees and she choose to climb the very tallest. Looking up the tree she saw there was a one problem. She was too short to reach the first branch. Convinced that if she could over come this one obstacle she would have the one thing that she wanted. She just needed something to make her a little taller.
Suddenly she remembered that in her Dadís garage was a wooden crate. In a reserved satisfaction for having solved her problem, she returned with the wooden crate. She laid it flat on the ground. No, she couldnít quite reach. Wedging it on itís side against the tree, she gleefully grabbed the first branch. Once there she went right to the top. Climbing past one branch then another. Feeling no fear, she looked around. What a sight, everything looked so small. Well, with the sinking sun she realized that it was time to get down. But Getting down was much harder then climbing up. This was one thing she hadnít thought about. Slowly she made her way to that last branch. She looked down. There knocked way too far out of the way was that crate. Her heart sunk What would she do?
It was too high up to jump down. She did the only thing she could think of she yelled out with everything inside of her. Father!Ö..Father! Before she could cry He was there. Stretching out His arms. He said one word. Jump!
You know that we all like great stories. We try to imagine what they do, feel or think.
But have you ever thought what it would be like to be a Heir. Your parents are beyond rich. Or maybe they are even royalty. The very first that I think about is cloths. I would certainly wear the finest that money could buy. If I went around wearing second hand cloths and I told you that I were an heir you would never believe me.
The second thing that I think about is friends. I would associate with people that talked proper. Could you see, a king for example hanging out with a bunch of sailors. That even goes far past my imagination.
But maybe there is more to being an heir then all this outward stuff. It goes deeper. Into the very heart of heir. As a Christian I heard before that I am an heir. And that should influence how I dress, the friend that I keep and the way I speak. But I believe that it must go deeper. Into the very heart of an heir. And it involves one thing.
Sometimes we like that young girl find that life has kicked the crate out. We look around and we know that we have to yell out with everything inside of us. Father! Father! Then we hear Him say. Jump! This is the difference. The heart of an heir lets go and knows that her Father will catch her.
I John 3:1-2
Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.
Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.
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