What's the big deal about a birthday? It only marks the anniversary of when an already living, thinking person, with physical senses and emotions, moved a few inches through a birth canal. In my view, it would make more sense to celebrate the day of conception, except that that date is rarely known. Not to mention the awkward, premature conversations with little ones such commemorations would lead to.
As I ponder the entirely uncelebratory passing of the twenty-seventh anniversary of my conversion to Christianity yesterday, I feel kinda deprived, like most people would if their birthdays were unnoticed. But God noticed. As my Heavenly Father, He's the one who gave me my new birth (John 3:3). Hmmm...I wonder if there was a "spiritual birthday" party in Heaven for me?
