For my Daddy on Fathers Day: There are many things shifting and changing in this season of the Kingdom. One of those is our view of the Father. So many of us have believed a lie and it is time to come to the Truth. He is not the Great Punisher, the Harsh Judge, the Impossible to Please Creator of All. These ideas are the fruit of a weak mans attempt to control people in the name of the Father and the enemys attempt to pervert and distort our view of Him so well never draw near. Jesus said, If you being evil (not perfectly selfless and easily angered) can give good gifts to your children, how much more does your Father in Heaven? Our fathers are supposed to be a physical example of our Father in Heaven. I dont know what example you have or had as a father but let me give you a glimpse into the truth of who the Father is… Let me introduce you to my father… Wherever my Dad was was safe. When I was with him, nothing that would harm me stood a chance of getting through him. Did he let go of my bike so I could learn to ride? Yes. Did that result in a fall or two? Yes. There were times that I got hurt when he couldve stopped it, but it was for my growth. And when I reached out he had already made it to where I was so he could help me up. He was always there to pick me up. So many times I tried on my own to fix things that had fallen apart or broken in my hands or at the hands of a friend. When I would finally take them to him, he would make everything alright. I would hold my breath as he repaired dolls and made all my precious things work like new… There was nothing he couldnt fix. On nights that I couldnt sleep, all I had to do was call out for him. He would come lay next to me and rub my head. I remember being so amazed that my whole head fit in his hand. His hands were so big, so strong, and so gentle. I could rest when he was there. He was always so brave and adventurous. He always encouraged me to push the limits, to jump into the deep end of the pool (because he was there), to ride on a huge motorcycle (because he was driving), to ride a horse by myself (because he had the reigns). There was nothing I couldnt do when he was with me. I never saw him angrier than when I was in danger, even if that meant I had fostered the danger myself. His eyes would fill with fire and his voice brimmed with violence against anything that would bring loss to me. He was opposed to anything or anyone that would cause suffering or that would stand in the way of me having what was best. He rescued me many times, even from myself. And then there were the times he let me take the lead. I was so empowered by his trust in me. The times he let me drive when I was just learning, when he would ask for my help or advice on a project, when he gave me the chance to lead worship. I remember at the age of eleven I sat with him at our dining room table and prepared my own sermon that he let me preach on a Sunday morning. He believed in me. It was his joy to challenge me to overcome ordinary and step into the unknown with confidence. To go further than I imagined, even if that meant I might eclipse him. I believed I could do anything because he believed in me. This is the picture of our Father. Powerful Protector, Ever Present Help, Gentle Restorer, Violent Defender, Voice of Encouragement, Giver of Hope, Source of Faith. His love for us is matchless, His plans for us are joyous. A life with Him is full. Come to the Father in confidence of His great love for you. You are his treasure and the jewel of His eye. He beams when you come to him. He receives you gladly. You are not rejected by the Father. He is waiting for you. Run to Him! There is no safer place than in His arms. Run to Him. I love you, Daddy. youtu.be/sY0Vz8fvIhE
Posted on: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 20:34:47 +0000
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