On my way into work this morning I played one song about 12 times, hearing God speak in the lyrics although what I heard is not what was sung. Ever happen to you? The song was by the Australian band George and the song Bastard Son. It sent my mind into a spin hearing from God over and over about this one that he has sent into the world, despised by it, hated by it.
The word bastard is cruel, heartless, it put’s on a child this sin of the parents. Those around him muttered it behind closed doors in an attempt to rob him of his identity but it is not stolen from him. The world calls him a bastard because they can not comprehend his Father.
From the most despised township in his country, from a family the subject of rumors and ridicule. With a mad cousin wondering the countryside ranting about the end of the world and eating bugs.
Loved by few.
Deserted by all.
The one who came humbled and left humbled.
One man, alone in this world and glorified in the next.
He alone sits in power and says to me “Strip!” and in the authority of his voice the stain of my sin falls away. With a sword that cleaves flesh from bone, he cuts away to my heart and soul and gives me his freedom.
This one has done me over, turned me over, I who came from the dust of the earth, he has turned me over to his Father and said “Behold I am making you new! I am giving you a new name, a new identity. You are hidden in my now and now you can come and meet your Father in person.”
This bastard son, he sit’s enthroned over my life.
Thank God.
