I was recently talking to a friend about my daughter going on a date with her Dad. We talked about how when she was growing up, that wasn’t really a thing. For me, it wasn’t in my routine; I grew up with a single mom and had visits to my dad’s house. My grandparents were very involved, but my granddad wasn’t taking me on a date every month. I am not saying this to bash Granddad (or my dad), just that times are different now. But here is what my daughter and I will both take away from our experiences: her dad and my granddad are good fathers.
I am not sure if you have gone to the Freedom In Christ class here at Harvest, but you are asked to go sit alone and picture sitting down with Jesus. This could have been happenstance due to my granddad passing before the class, but the man that sat with me representing Jesus was similar to my granddad, an older man moseying to his chair, with a pleasant smile and loving eyes. I know my granddad was good and a great example of faith, but this sealed it for me. I have followed Jesus for most of my life, since I was eight, but seeing him as father was not my experience. My biological dad had left our family, not wanting children, and I’m supposed to see Jesus as my father? It made no sense to me. And then Anthony started talking about our roles as Christians and being a son or daughter first. We are children of God, adopted into His family (Romans 8:14). Of course, I’ve heard this before, but more recently it has brought me around to reflecting on how my granddad was an example of Jesus as a father: loving, loyal, disciplining in love, faithful, and steady.
It has taken me several years and lots of loss to see God as a father, and a good one at that. I first had to learn, or really realize, the role of a father (what the role of a father is). As described earlier, it took the loss of my granddad to see those characteristics and how he was a reflection of Jesus. It took another loss for me to see God as good. When we are hurting and, in the weeds, it can be hard to see God is good, even when we are reminded daily by friends and scripture. One way this finally “clicked” for me was hearing how Annie F. Downs talks about December 21st. December 21st is the winter solstice and the darkest day of the year, but she reminds us that light is coming, the good is coming. We may feel like we are in the darkest hours with no hope in sight, but the light and good are coming. (1 Peter 2:9).
Being adopted into the family of God may not seem like a milestone to some, but if you’ve grown up without that family bond, it means the world. While it may have taken me years to see how I was adopted by a good Father, I am so glad to finally see the light. I am glad to know and have such a good, good Father.
Romans 8:14-17
For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. 15 The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” 16 The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. 17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.
1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
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