Perhaps overlooked in all of the observations of All Saints Sunday is this beautiful reading from
See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and that is what we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God's children now; what we will be has not yet been revealed. What we do know is this: when he is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is. And all who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure. - 1 John 3.1-3
We are children of God, adopted sons and daughters of the King. If that isn't enough to define a life with pride and value, I don't know what is. But after I get over that bit, I am left shaking my head at "what we will be has not yet been revealed."
We are children of God now! But we are being turned into something even more special. We are waiting to see what we will be, but we know we will be like our older brother, Jesus.
But looking at my own son, I understand this just a little. Timothy is my son NOW. That is his reality, and nothing can change that (although he may want to change that once he hits a certain age...). But what he will be has not yet been revealed. He says he wants to be a "tree cutter downer" (and that I will get to plant the new ones!) and a dinosaur scientist. But truth be told, what he will be has yet to be revealed. His future vocation has perhaps not even been thought of yet. His future is a mystery, even though his identity as my son is secure.
But his future is also secure because of the family to which he belongs. We will probably always have my hairy back, and will break his mom's heart when he grows his first mustache (in sixth grade). But more importantly, he will end up looking like his older brother, Jesus, with enough love and grace and mercy to see him through the day.
What we will be has not yet been revealed, but we will be like him.