"But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that you may proclaim the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light."
1 Peter 2:9
That is one of my favorite scriptures. Probably because I like being "peculiar". I'm a little off and proud of it! At heart I am a goofball, I like to do silly little things to make other people smile. I lose that part of myself when the depression and uncertainty start to weigh me down. It's easy to tell when I am losing my battle with my inner demons, I stop being silly. I stop making eye contact. I stop being my usual peculiar self.
Of course, I realize that God wasn't calling his children weird, silly, or crazy when He called us "peculiar". I did a quick Google search of the phrase "a peculiar people" and I found a link to an post written by Dr. Dan Hayden. Honestly, I have never heard of this man before, but I like his writing style. I will definitely be reading more of his work in the future.
Anyway, this post is titled (oddly enough) "A Peculiar People". And it gives a clear definition of the use of the word peculiar in this scripture. Simply put, it translates as "people for God’s own possession". God's possession.
I really like that. I want that word to take root in my heart.
"a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people"
I am His. In good times and bad. In depression and in joy. In seriousness and in silliness. I am chosen. I am a child of God. And so are you. That's a beautiful thing.
|Even when it doesn't feel like it.|