Red letter day
Webster dictionary defines a “red letter day” as a “memorably important or happy occasion.” A few years ago on what I would describe as the opposite of an important or happy day, I gave this phrase a new meaning and made it my own.
I was feeling forgotten and sad, and I found myself in Psalm 2. The Psalmist writes: “I will proclaim the Lord’s decree: He said to me, ‘You are my son today I have become your father. Ask me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.'”
As I read this verse, I felt the Holy Spirit say, “When you feel discouraged and disheartened, delight yourself in the red letters recorded in the gospel. Everything that I intended for Jesus is now yours to take part in and enjoy. I want you to strengthen yourself by delighting in “sonship” and the “Son”.”
When things are good it’s easy to glory in the riches of sonship, to revel in the knowledge that He is for you and not against you. When times are tough, we need to seek shelter in that truth and abide in it. I am His beloved daughter in whom He is well pleased. No matter the circumstances, it’s a reality we choose to live in even when we can’t feel it. In darkness or light, I trust Him. In death or life, I know He is good. In plenty and lack, I know He is my Provider.
In Psalm 2, the psalmist writes,
“Serve the Lord with fear
and celebrate his rule with trembling.
Kiss his son, or he will be angry
and your way will lead to your destruction,
for his wrath can flare up in a moment.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him.”
I love that the desire of the Father is affection for His son, Jesus. When I feel most discouraged, I stir up my love for Jesus. I remember what He did for me on the cross, I think of how he led His life on this earth, I read red-lettered words, and I seek refuge in Him.
So, I proclaim sonship. That’s right, I’m His daughter. Jesus is my brother, and a fiercely protective one. I take refuge in my position as “theirs”, and I’m blessed. In every area of my life He wants to Father me. He wants to be good to me. He will make an inheritance for me. Meanwhile. I’m learning to “kiss the Son” and like Webster says, red letter days are indeed momentous, happy occasions.