I heard a sentiment earlier about “one of my tribe” and it tweaked something right in me. I could actually remember hearing this many times in the conversations with friends and family throughout the years. I am sure it even became a “street” mentality.
Why it strikes me? The desire within we all have to want to belong to something bigger then ourselves. Doesn’t this hearken to the beginning days when God set up “tribes” for the Israelites? They each had a name of belonging and even a banner flag flown to show their very colors. Is it any wonder our current street gangs pervert the original for a counterfeit meaning of something so important?
Yes, we belong to a tribe of real meaning! We are set aside for better purposes and this is not a bloodline thing anymore, it’s a heart thing. We just have to believe!