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A Weblog Dedicated to the Discussion of the Christian Faith and 21st Century Life
I do not seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe in order to understand. For this also I believe, –that unless I believed, I should not understand.-- St. Anselm of Canterbury (1033-1109)

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Adoption Amnesia

A previous edition of Reader's Digest tells the following true story:

Aunt Ruby and Uncle Arnie adopted a baby boy after five years of trying unsuccessfully to conceive. To their surprise, a short time after the adoption, Aunt Ruby discovered she was pregnant, and she gave birth to a boy.

One day when the two boys were eight and nine years old, the teller of the story was visiting Aunt Ruby, and a woman in the neighborhood came to visit.

Observing the children at play, the woman asked, "Which boy is yours, Ruby?"

"Both of them," replied Aunt Ruby.

The caller persisted, "But I mean, which one is adopted?"

Aunt Ruby did not hesitate. In her finest hour, she looked straight at her guest and replied, "I've forgotten."

St. Paul writes to the Romans, "For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God. For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received a spirit of adoption. When we cry, 'Abba! Father"' it is that very Spirit bearing witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ-- if, in fact, we suffer with him so that we may also be glorified with him" (Romans 8:14-17).

To quote Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about that."


Brian Vinson said...

I resonate with this as a biological, adoptive, and foster parent. Thanks for the post.

Allan R. Bevere said...

Thanks, Brian... and thanks as well for the good work you and your wife do on behalf of children.