Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted
you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.”
Romans 8:15 NLT
My mother was given away for adoption at birth through a middleman. Her identical twin sister was kept back. She was the last of five siblings; the family was too poor to keep both of them. The middleman gave her to the “Chua” family but informed her family that a “Lu” household had adopted her in order to throw them off the scent. Her biological mother regretted her decision bitterly, and on her death bed, made the family promise to look for their “lost” little sister. They searched for years after, but never succeeded, always mistakenly looking for a “Lu”.
Many years later, by sheer chance, my mum’s twin sister’s daughter caught sight of her in a market in another city. The resemblance to her own mum was uncanny. So she approached my mum and asked if her surname was Lu. Did she have a twin sister? She said “No” to both. My mother had never been told she was adopted. The girl walked away downcast. Years later, fate delivered a second chance. In another city, a woman followed her and asked if she had a twin sister. By this time my mother knew her past. She said yes. They exchanged numbers. A few days later, her phone rang and my mum found herself listening to a voice identical to hers at the other end of the line! It had taken sixty-five years. The reunion was unimaginably emotional.
Between the twins, my mum had had the better deal. She received an education, her twin sister never went to school. My mum married into a middle-class family, her twin sister laboured in the fields. The health of one was excellent, the other, sickly. For my mum, adoption was not second best. It was the best. It made me think of what adoption meant when God “adopted” us as His sons and daughters. We didn’t get second best! We inherited the very best!
(Extracted from Ps Philip’s upcoming new book, Slingshots)
Philip Lyn 医生牧师