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This morning we were at Gibson’s Donuts on our weekly morning trek to worship when my cell phone rang. This is unusual for a Sunday morning so I knew that there must be a problem, somewhere. It was my Sunday school teacher asking if I could substitute for his substitute. Turn out, both he and the sub were sick and he was desperate. I promptly replied, “of course” and began to quickly wonder what in the world I was going to speak on.

I have been spending some time lately in the Westminster Confession of Faith and have returned on more than one occasion to read Chapter xii.

All those that are justified, God vouchsafeth, in and for his only Son Jesus Christ, to make partakers of the grace of adoption: by which they are taken into the number, and enjoy the liberties and privileges of the children of God; have his name put upon them; receive the Spirit of adoption; have access to the throne of grace with boldness; are enabled to cry, Abba, Father; are pitied, protected, provided for, and chastened by his as by a father; yet never cast off, but sealed to the day of redemption, and inherit the promises, as heirs of everlasting salvation.I was blessed this morning by having to teach, reminded that we are heirs with Christ, receiving all the rights as sons and daughters of the Kingdom.

I was blessed this morning by having to teach, reminded that we are heirs with Christ, receiving all the rights as sons and daughters of the Kingdom.