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Ancestor!

It's time for my Loose Blogging Consortium Post and I am left with no alternative but to blog from my mobile owing to power cuts and the Indian monsoon weather while my children dance in the rain.

Some time back I was intrigued to learn that I am in fact descended from one of the most prominent people in the history of the world. Abraham, who was then childless and married to his half sister Sarah. Abraham meditated and communicated with God regularly. God called Abraham out of his old life along with his wife and taught him many things. Through obedience, the childless Abraham became the father of nations and his descendents are innumerable on the earth as God had promised. He is recognized as being the ancestor of the Jewish people, of which Jesus Christ is is one. Notice that I am speaking of Jesus in the present tense. He rose from the dead. He's alive, my friends.

How am I descended from Abraham? Jewish, right? Wrong! I'm baptized. I belong to Jesus. That puts me in the family. If He was descended from Abraham so am I.

In the Bible, adoption is as valid as blood relation. No second best about it. Jesus was adopted by Joseph, His mother's husband. That made Him a valid descendent of a Royal house, although His mother wasn't! Likewise, when God adopts us as His own children, we really are. Just as Jesus is.

For those of us who believe, this is an incredible truth.

After this post went live and the power came back on, I had to come in here and tidy it up.  Still, it wasn't a bad effort from a mobile and at least I kept my date with the LBC if nothing else!

This is my weekly post for the Loose Blogger Consortium. We are a group of bloggers from different parts of the world with diverse views and styles of writing, and we post simultaneously (well, we try to) on a weekly basis on a given topic.  Our members  are, in no particular order,    AkankshaDelirious, Padmini, AshokConrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar, and Rummuser. This topic 'Ancestor' was chosen by Delirious.

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