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My husband and I were recently shopping in Home Depot. An official looking gentleman with an orange vest and a clipboad came up and greeted us. I assumed he was a store manager or someone hired to solicit customer feedback. However, he was from a local plumbing and heating company and his first question to us was "How old is your furnace"? Immediatley and with great pride I said "It's brand new!" No sales pitch from that guy, he simply said "okay" and moved on.
Driving to work the following day I was replaying the scene. I thought about how the man may have had nothing to do with Home Depot but just the orange vest and the clipboard gave him some credibility. Then I pictured the impostors that insert themselves into my thought life. They might be my own insecurities or judgmental people or the very devil himself as an angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:14). And maybe it's a day that I'm a little off and feeling sorry for myself or not thinking of others as I ought to. With an air of officiality, the impostor asks me the question "How old are your mercies?" And I can jubilantly shout "They are brand new".
Impostor: Brand new? What do you mean?
Me: Brand new. I got them this morning. (Lamentations 3:23).
Impostor: How about your mind?
Me: Newly transformed (Romans 12:2)
Impostor: Inward man?
Me: New every day (2 Corinthians 4:16)
Impostor: It doesn't look that way
Me: Your are looking at the outward man. I have a new birth (1 Peter 1:3)
Impostor: Okay, so what about your name? That's got to be as old as that outward man of yours
Me: Got a new one coming on a stone (Revelation 2:17)
Impostor: What about agreements and contracts?
Me: New (1 Cor. 11:25, 2 Cor. 3:7, Hebrews 12:24)
Impostor: And your song?
Me: New (Psalm 40:3)
Impostor: Well, what about....
Me: NEW NEW NEW!!! Here's the deal: "Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become NEW'. (2 Cor 5:17).

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