I was at the Blue Cross office the other day when I was greeted with a smile by a strange lady. By strange I mean she was a lady I was not acquainted with, not necessarily a peculiar lady. Although not being acquainted with her she may have been strange and strange. Although I digress.
As she got closer to me, she apologized saying “I’m sorry, I thought you were somebody.”
As she passed I turned and responded, “Hey I am somebody!”
We all want to think we are somebody. And I am somebody, for example, my seventh great grandfather was a member of the was convicted of treason against the British Government and sentenced to hang, luckily, he escaped or there would be no Penn or Denn. Maybe that isn’t much of a claim to fame.
Here is the reality though, I am somebody, somebody that God, Creator and Master of the Universe knew before I was born, formed in my mother’s womb and loved so much that He sent His one and only Son to die for me so that my sins could be forgiven. And you are somebody too, and so is the strange lady at the Blue Cross office. Even if you don’t have a treasonous grandfather. Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.