Remember Who You Are

Like so many others of my generation, The Lion King is one of the first memories I think of when I think back on my childhood. It's the first movie I remember seeing in theaters. I remember listening to my sister singing the famous opening line over and over again for years. I remember driving around, running errands with my mother and sisters and listening to The Lion King Broadway soundtrack on repeat. And I know that almost every other member of my generation has similar feelings and memories towards this movie. It has come to define our generation. It was re-released three weeks ago for a short time in theaters and quickly became number one at the box office. Of course I saw it in all of its 3D glory. I cried, laughed, and pondered all over again. What is it about this movie that touches our hearts so deeply? This movie above all others is the one that my generation claims as its own. It's almost eerie how much this story echoes sentiments of our generation. My generation is the most prayed over and anointed generation thus far. We have been born into and raised up in centuries of accumulated prayer and intercession. We are also the most fatherless. We have been raised inheriting incredible anointing and callings upon our lives. We have also inherited the devastating repercussions that have followed several generations worth of divorce, and we have seen the effects of the total destruction of the family as the Lord appointed it. I know so many who were raised without a father. And I have seen a newer, sadder epidemic. So many of my friends were actually raised by their fathers and mothers. They have never been victims of divorce. But their fathers are not the leaders of their households. They are checked out, absent, emotionally unavailable. Their mothers are the spiritual leaders. Or their fathers are too present and are either physically, emotionally, or verbally abusive. These men have forgotten who they are and left a devastating impact on their wives and children. Thus my generation has forgotten who we are. We know distantly that we are children of the King. But we don't walk in that knowledge. We prefer a "Hakuna Matata" existence-simply breezing through life, not upsetting any balances or fighting the social injustices we witness. And the Kingdom has suffered. But the Lord is faithful! He is calling on us to remember who we are! It is only by accepting and walking in our true identities as children of the King that we can bring His Kingdom to earth and restore all to how it should be-much like Simba restored Pride Rock to its normal, beautiful self by accepting the fact that he is the son of the one, true king. Hope is not lost. Our Daddy has not forsaken us. He is calling on us to Remember Who We Are.