Family

This is my family – not what this post is about, technically.

Mark 3:31-35 ESV – And his mother and his brothers came, and standing outside they sent to him and called him. And a crowd was sitting around him, and they said to him, “Your mother and your brothers are outside, seeking you.” And he answered them, “Who are my mother and my brothers?” And looking about at those who sat around him, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of God, he is my brother and sister and mother.”

Was Jesus a bit too harsh here?  I mean, it is Mary we’re talking about here.  Just 3 decades prior, she had to put up with the stigma of being pregnant before she was married on top of actually giving birth to Him in a stable!  And Jesus is like, “Who’s she?  These are my family.”
Obviously, I jest.  Jesus perfectly honored His father and His mother.  (Since He was sinless and honoring your parents is in the 10 commandments, right?)  He’s not denying who His mother was, but He’s describing the connection created by the Love of God.
Paul says in Romans 8:14-17

For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs–heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.

When we believe the Gospel, we literally become a new family.  God is our Father, and all other believers are our brothers and sisters.  It’s not just in word or thought.  It’s a blood relationship.
His blood.
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