Stop! You Can't Have My Idenity

My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand. John 10:29

I just spent the morning, on the computer, changing passwords to the different sites that I visit frequently. I do this because I realize that it is very easy for people to access your accounts and get vital information about you that they can use to steal your identity. While we may joke about, our identity is precious to us. No one wants to have their identity taken, and we will take precautions to be sure that it doesn't

happen. However, as prized as our identity here is, there is another identity that is much more valuable; that is our identity in Christ. It is infinitely more essential than our earthly identity. Our spiritual identity determines our eternal destination. The good news is that once we are in Christ, we are safe and hidden in him. Our spiritual identity can never be stolen or swiped. No one can grab us out of his hands. I want to guard my spiritual identity even more closely than I do my spiritual identity; because while no one can steal our identity in Christ Jesus we can voluntarily walk away from it. Friends, let’s be sure to hold on to our identity in Christ; no matter what.

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