Father

“So he set off and went to his father. But while we was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.” Luke 15:20

Tomorrow is Father’s Day. When I came downstairs this morning, the kids told me I couldn’t go to the basement because they were making something to give to me tomorrow. I can’t wait!

I love being a dad. God has gifted Erika and me with amazing children, each unique. Beautiful and loved.

Parenthood is certainly not the only thing that has given me insight into God, but it’s a powerful lens. The moment I first looked at Greta, our eldest, the Parable of the Prodigal Son made more sense. There was nothing this little person could ever do that would keep me from welcoming her back home.

Yes, our kids disappoint and hurt us. We disappoint and hurt our parents, too. Relationships can fray and break. Not all of us know our fathers, or want to anymore.

Still, there is God, waiting at the edge of the yard, scanning the horizon, waiting for us all to come home. I can’t be God, of course. Wouldn’t want the job if it were offered to me. But I hope I can be that kind of father, always ready to gather a child up in my embrace, always ready to whisper, “It’s okay. I love you. And God does, too.”

Happy Father’s Day tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what the kids are working on.

Be well, friends. You are loved.

Heavenly Father, we thank you for your patience with our wayward ways. We praise you for Christ, our brother, who brings us home to you. We pray for all parents and all children and all people, that their relationships would better reflect your love for them. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Image: Me and the boys, Dodger Stadium, July 21, 2019.