Growing up, we had a matryoshka doll on a book shelf in our living room. I remember taking this doll and opening it to find another, smaller, doll inside. This continued to happen until you reached the last and the smallest doll. I have never been one to play with dolls (although my mom and sister may have some stories to tell that are very UNTRUE). Nor have I been one to compare people, especially men, to dolls. But, today I must say loud and clear that every believer IN Christ is like a Russian Matryoska doll.
I am reading The Naked Gospel by Andrew Murray. He says, “I imagine most of us don’t think much about what it means to be hidden in God. But the Scriptures emphasize our being IN Christ about six times more often than the fact that Christ is in us. Obviously, this is an important truth that God wants us to grasp.”
If you think about who Jesus is and what is in Him, it’s staggering. And God goes on to say we are hidden in Christ. Our identity is IN Jesus. There is no sin, sickness, lack, doubt, worry, fear, shame, guilt…. in Him. There is love, joy, peace, patience, power, faith, perfection, confidence, authority, wholeness and so much much more. Our old man is dead and buried with Christ. We have been raised with Christ when we believed and we are new. We are completely forgiven (past, present and future) and clean. John 1:12 says, “But to ALL who believed Him (Jesus) and accepted Him, He gave the right to be children of God.” Jesus is THE Son of God, the first of many brothers and sisters (children of God). We are now sons and daughters of God. Our identity has changed. We are no longer sinners, saved by grace. We are righteous children, living in the grace of God. We live IN Christ. So, even if you don’t like Russia (God loves Russia), you should still see yourself being a matryoshka doll. It is IN Him that we live and move and have our being- Acts 17:28
Those are my thoughts and meditations for the morning…..
XL last night: God was in the house like Steve Aoki ft. Zuper Blahq. Lives were Mos Def transformed, bodies were healed, hearts were healed and it was a privilege to see God move. If you put butts in the seats, God will touch their butt… LITERALLY. We had a young man who pulled his glutius maximus playing football. God touched his butt and he was healed, jumping around and praising God. I imagine God being like a Good Coach, slapping him on the butt saying, “good game son” and now he is healed! Keep XL weird
IN Christ,
Jared “White Boi” Montgomery














