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.