As the lights in the movie theater dimmed, a young man loaded down with popcorn, cokes and candy paced up and down the aisle, scanning the darkened rows. It was obvious he was looking for the person or persons with whom he had come. After three or four unsuccessful trips he finally stopped and asked loudly, "Does anybody here recognize me?" (1)

It's horrible not to be recognized isn't it? It's horrible to feel alone and cut off. Being recognized means you're connected, part of the family and that someone cares, someone is watching out for you. And that matters because Family matters.

Let's look at the passage for the message this morning.

Romans 8:12-17 (NRSV)
[12] So then, brothers and sisters, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to live according to the flesh
[13] for if you live accord…