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Inheritance

May God's unmerited favor and his perfect harmony be yours eternally! May you come to know him as "Father" and know Jesus as Lord.

     Praise God the father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the one who has bestowed great blessing upon you from his glorious kingdom in the heavenly realms.  Father God has given us everything we need in Christ.  He chose us to be in love with him before he spoke life and created the heavens and the earth.  We were created to be his image bearers, holy and blameless, perfected not by our own self righteousness, but by the righteousness of Jesus Christ.

     In his great love, we have a destiny, a destiny that is wrapped up in his loving adoption of us.  This adoption comes courtesy of Jesus Christ, because while we were shaking our little balled fists at him, he loved us so, loved us enough to die for our lives.  We are members of the family of God, not because of our goodness or generousity, but because of the loving desire of a Heavenly Father, who welcomes us through the front door of his kingdom.  

     This is our inheritance. We have been redeemed, bought with a price that was so expensive, we could never cover the cost.  This ransom was paid for by the precious blood of Jesus that was soaked on a wooden cross for our sins.  We are fully forgiven because Jesus was both man enough and God enough to die a humiliating death for every single one of our "bads".  In the depth of God's rich grace, he fills our empty souls with wisdom and understanding and yet we will never fully define or describe the love of this inexhaustible King.  This is our inheritance. 

Ephesians 1:1-8

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