Granny’s House

This year I’m celebrating Thanksgiving at my Granny’s house for the first time in 30 years. I’m excited.

As a boy, her house was the center of the universe. The best part of each year were the times when the whole family would gather there. But things changed.

The normal course of life and death and decisions drew us apart. That’s the way things go in this broken world – ashes return to ashes, and dust returns to dust. But that doesn’t spell disaster for those of us who trust in Jesus.

Now we are part of the body of Christ! Thanks to Jesus, we have been adopted into God’s family. (Ephesians 1:5) And even though our earthly families will eventually perish, we will never be orphaned. As sons and daughters of the King, we are part of the “household of God.” (1 Timothy 3:15) And one day we will be reunited with Him forever.