“Were you adopted?” The questioner leans in, eager to confirm a rumor or to verify a hunch. Perhaps the young girl’s mannerisms seem unlike other family members. Perhaps the boy’s distinct skin tone begs for a black-and-white answer. But why do we ask at all? Why does it matter that this child is adopted? Some long to feed their appetite for a rags-to-riches story, and adoption often mercifully extricates children from drugs, poverty, and the most inhumane conditions. For some, the quest to know sprouts from sincere longing to taste gospel grace. Even if we don’t openly utter it from our lips, deep in our souls we relish the compassion extended an orphaned child. Human adoptions retell and refresh our own redemption story. We echo John’s astonishment: “See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are” (1 John 3:1).