Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Check is In the Mail

We live in an amazing age.  The technological advances that we have made in the last 100 years can boggle your mind if you really think about it.  We fly on gigantic birds of steel, the physics of which I cannot grasp (not that I can really grasp the physics of anything).  We travel in little metal boxes over miles of super highway.  We can surf the world wide web and find information on most anything, whether good or bad.  We can purchase whatever we want with a couple of clicks of our mouse.  Yes, technology can be a wonderful thing.  Until someone "borrows" our information and uses it as their own.

We have been the victims of credit card fraud several times.  We have no idea how it happens.  If only those that do this would use their genius for good instead of evil, but that's a story for another day.  Recently at a  pharmacy  I wrote tried to write a check for my medication.  It was denied.  DENIED.  Apparently my husband's driver's license number was tied to an account that isn't ours at a bank we've never used.  Someone wrote a bad check for $27.20 in 2004.  Somehow seven years later they have tied it to our account.  So now any store that uses TeleCheck won't take my check.  Even though the clerk at this pharmacy knows me, she couldn't accept my check because the computer told her not to.   The burden of proof is on us.  And so begins the arduous process of trying to prove that we are who we say we are and we did not write the said check.

We have faxed copies of our driver's licenses.  We also had to fax a copy of our social security cards.  And now I have to send a voided check as further proof.  So far they haven't asked for our blood types but who knows, it could be the next requirement.  If someone did not steal our identities they now have everything they need to do so.  Arrrgh.  It's the little stuff like this that makes me crazy.

What if we had to prove our identity to God?  What if every time that we wanted to talk to Him we had to verify that we are who we say we are.

It might go something like this:

Me:  Hello God it's me Cindy

GOD:  Who?

Me:  You know me Lord, you created me.  I'm your child.

GOD:  You can't be my child.  A child of mine would spend time talking to me and reading my Word.   You spend little time with me.  And you whine about little petty things.  And you got really mad at a car that almost ran you off the road the other day.  You don't show mercy or grace and frankly you have a bad attitude lots of the time.  A child of mine knows that I have shown them much mercy and they are quick to be merciful to others.  They are thankful and do not incessantly complain.

Me:  But God I promise it's me.

GOD:  I will need two-forms of identification please to confirm that you are who you say you are.

God does not keep up with us by our social security number.  We aren't some nameless, faceless number.  We don't constantly have to prove ourselves to Him.  His Word tells us that He knew us even before He formed us in the womb (Jer.1:5)  He loves us so intimately that he knows the number of hairs on our head (Luke 12:7). He holds us so tightly that we are engraved in the palms of His hands (Isaiah 49:16).

You are precious to Him.  He knows your name.

Cindy Sig 2


"Just Me - NC Beth" said...

I thank God that He knows me...even when I'm not like He wants me to be, He STILL knows me....because I'm His child!!

What great assurance that is!

Great post!! (Sorry about the check thing....working in a bank I see that happening often and it's the customer that suffers for someone else's mistake!)


fuzzytop said...

Great post Cindy!

I'm so grateful God knows who I am, even when I am not acting like His child. Grace, it's all grace.

So sorry you are victimes of identity theft. PRaying you get it all cleared up soon.


P.S. I haven't abandoned my posts on Job... Just been crazy busy!

Joanna said...

Awesome. I love how you use petty aggravations to give you insight into the most important of things, your relationship with God. It inspires me.

BeKay said...

That is a scary thought. What IF we had to give our id to God every time we wanted to talk to Him. Your post has really got me thinking. Thanks, Cindy. We have had our debit card used once and it was a nightmare. I think it's gonna come to down one day that we can expect everybody's credit to be bad, because it's getting impossible to keep it safe anymore.

Leah @ Point Ministries said...

I'm sure that God has had the fleeting thought of 'what in the world was I thinking?' when He looks at me. I'm so thankful that He is faithful even when i am not.

Love ya,


Irritable Mother said...

I am precious to Him, and He knows my name.
It's been a rough morning. This assurance is HUGE today. Thanks!

Tiffany said...


Sharon Kirby said...

I can think of NOTHING better than being known by God!

I've had the same identity theft problem also. It IS very frustrating. It's rather pathetic how in this world, we are often identified by just a set of numbers...

I get little goosebumps at the thought that God knows MY NAME!

I'm delighted to follow your blog - and look forward to more of your very enjoyable and encouraging writing!


Real Life In A Minute said...

Thanks goodness we don't have to constantly prove ourselves to our Heavenly Father. He won't ever get our identity confused.

Marilyn in Mississippi said...

Great thoughts here today Cindy!

Kjetil said...

blessings from Sweden!

Darlisha said...

So glad that God knows me. Sometimes I do not know who I am or what I should be, but I have that loving assurance that God knows and loves me.

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Be Blessed