So I watched this video about a boy who was failing math, but had just received a C and was so excited to tell his dad, he recorded the moment on video. As my tears welled up in my eyes over the joy of the father, rejoicing over his boy’s C, I realized there was something deeper going on here.
“I want neither a terrorist spirituality that keeps me in a perpetual state of fright about being in right relationship with my heavenly Father nor a sappy spirituality that portrays God as such a benign teddy bear that there is no aberrant behavior or desire of mine that he will not condone. I want a relationship with the Abba of Jesus, who is infinitely compassionate with my brokenness and at the same time an awesome, incomprehensible, and unwieldy Mystery.”- Brennan Manning
“I love my Father, my Father loves me
I dance for my Father, my Father sings over me
And nothing can take that away from me…”
“Fields of Grace” Big Daddy Weave
And he rose up and went to his own father.
But while he was yet a long way off, his father saw him, and was moved with compassion, and ran, and fell upon his neck, and covered him with kisses.
And the son said to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee; I am no longer worthy to be called thy son.”
But the father said to his bondmen, “Bring out the best robe and clothe him in it, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; and bring the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and make merry: for this my son was dead and has come to life, was lost and has been found.”
And they began to make merry.
(Luke 15:20-24, Darby Translation)
When I say “God” who do you picture?
Do you believe God receives you in this manner?
Is it possible things aren’t as bad as they seem?
Is it possible you’re “set for life”?
I forget. Again and again, I forget this God…
May you remember Abba Father and His great love
And make merry.