Daddy, Daddy!
God teaches me a lot about myself through the relationship that I have with my son. My son and I are not all that different. Essentially we are both children trying to act like adults. Right now I can hear him saying, "No! I'm a BIG boy!" We are also very much alike in that when all is wrong, the first person my son calls out for is his father.
I wish I could say that my analogy continues to fit when I compare myself to my Father in heaven. It is, unfortunately, a comparison that only holds in terms of position. I think it does, however, give me a glimpse into my Father's heart. My son has been sick all weekend. We spent two nights in the emergency room and countless hours trying to comfort him. When he was in pain, no matter who was holding him, his cry was, "Daddy! Daddy!" Imagine holding this treasured being in your arms completely powerless over his current situation. My son called out to me and I could do nothing for him.
My Father is different. I guess being omniscient helps. I tend to be shortsighted to say the least. When my life turns inside out, I often find myself on my knees weeping before my Father finding only the words, "Daddy!" Here the comparison breaks down. My Father in heaven knows what lies ahead. He knows what He has to prepare me for. He loves me with all of His being; He loves me enough to allow His Son to be sacrificed for my sin. So while God has the power to change my circumstance, He chooses not to for my own good. Perhaps that is why God hasn't given me the ability to take away all of my son's struggles. He is forcing my to use what I have to prepare my son for the day that he will hold his own child and cry to the heavens asking why God would allow him to suffer such pain. That is why my Father is perfect, and I am not.
ps: My son is going to be fine. It seems that he has a nasty little virus that we just have to ride out. There is absolutely nothing I can do... and that kills me.
I wish I could say that my analogy continues to fit when I compare myself to my Father in heaven. It is, unfortunately, a comparison that only holds in terms of position. I think it does, however, give me a glimpse into my Father's heart. My son has been sick all weekend. We spent two nights in the emergency room and countless hours trying to comfort him. When he was in pain, no matter who was holding him, his cry was, "Daddy! Daddy!" Imagine holding this treasured being in your arms completely powerless over his current situation. My son called out to me and I could do nothing for him.
My Father is different. I guess being omniscient helps. I tend to be shortsighted to say the least. When my life turns inside out, I often find myself on my knees weeping before my Father finding only the words, "Daddy!" Here the comparison breaks down. My Father in heaven knows what lies ahead. He knows what He has to prepare me for. He loves me with all of His being; He loves me enough to allow His Son to be sacrificed for my sin. So while God has the power to change my circumstance, He chooses not to for my own good. Perhaps that is why God hasn't given me the ability to take away all of my son's struggles. He is forcing my to use what I have to prepare my son for the day that he will hold his own child and cry to the heavens asking why God would allow him to suffer such pain. That is why my Father is perfect, and I am not.
ps: My son is going to be fine. It seems that he has a nasty little virus that we just have to ride out. There is absolutely nothing I can do... and that kills me.
posted by Mat... the uncreative engineer | 4:27 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Mat. Now you are getting it. Those that claim to have it under control are the fakers. Only the rare few who are willing to admit their own deficiencies and broken-ness before God can ever be used by him. The rest is a bunch of noise that has no consequence.
You are readying yourself to be useful to God and hte people around you. This is the right path.
MSW
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