We have 76 people in our family (counting in-laws, outlaws, and such). Anyway you go about it, that's a lot of people for an 83 year old woman to keep track of! So as I was talking to mom about how many kids my nephews or nieces had and what their names were, and rather than rack our brains, my mom went and got her little spiral notebook and she began to pour over it like it was the national census. She had marked down in her little book, the birth date, and name of each family member since she and dad began their married life together, including my step sister and her family. So rest assured family, you are very important to mom!
I couldn't help but compare this act to our relationship to the family of God. In Revelations 21:22-27 it says, "I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp. The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it. On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there. The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it. Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life."
God also has a book (but it is probably not spiral) and in it He keeps the records of names. Isn't that fascinating? It can't be because He might forget someone, like my mother was afraid of. For if there is anything about God, it is He is all knowing. So I would like to think one of the reasons for the book, is for our benefit. Once we trust Christ as our Saviour, we become a part of His family. So He permanently writes our names in this Lamb's book of life. Sealed as a permanent family member. How comforting and assuring is that?
We sing a chorus in church which I love...written by Tommy Walker
"I have a Maker
He Formed My Heart
before even time began
my life was in his hands."
before even time began
my life was in his hands."
Chorus:
He knows my name
he knows my every thought
he sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call.
He knows my name
he knows my every thought
he sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call.
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