All things are yours, whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas or the world or life or death or the present or the future– all are yours, and you are of Christ… (1 Corinthians 3:23).

Woah there, pardner.

Don’t let that one go by too fast.

You

are

of

Christ.

Do you fully understand what that means?

Yeah, no, me neither.

But I get this much–I belong to Jesus, and with him.  In some way that my little brain can’t grasp I am a part of him, and he of me.  Because Jesus loves me and died for me and rose for me I am covered in his holiness, his righteousness, his power, his grace, his…him.

It makes no sense at all…and yet it is the only thing that makes any sense at all.

Can I get a Hallelujah this morning?

Happy Tuesday, Beloved.