Our Heavenly Father

In church this morning, we watched on screen as one of our pastors, waist deep in a baptismal pool, shared that a few weeks ago he had led his son to a relationship with Christ.  He was explaining this on remote camera downstairs in the building, getting ready to dunk his sweet son, who looked to be about 6 or 7, in believer’s baptism.  I usually get a little emotional whenever I witness a baptism, but this Sunday it hit me like never before.  It’s typical for the pastor to ask if someone had accepted Christ before immersion, but when he was questioning his son, his voice caught, you could tell he was fighting back some tears.  It wasn’t until this young father placed his arm around his son’s shoulders, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and guided his small body backwards into the water for about a second and then forwards, saying the words, “Buried with Christ, raised to walk in newness of life.” that the Father/Son connection really hit me.  It was only because Christ DID die and was buried, His very Father allowing/leading Him to this death could we even participate in the regeneration.

Father’s Day can dredge up some very heavy emotions.  As a single mom, it dredges up lots, and speaking last night with a good friend on the role of fathers and how that influences, in every way, a child’s character, all kinds of  feelings welled up for me.  As a single mom, your child’s situation may be as varied from that of a father who shares joint custody, pays child support, desires to be involved in their life to  complete absence due to death or abandonment.  God’s heart aches for you and at the same time has something to offer you.  I’ve been spending a lot of time in Isaiah over the last few days and am overwhelmed with God’s love for us, over and over again, he puts these tangible pictures of his presence with us, but the one that has spoken the most to me is this: “For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you Do not fear, I will help you.”  This is true for our children as much as it is for us.  God, this mighty magnificent Father has everything we can possibly need.  Moms, no matter what, HE is our children’s Heavenly Father.  
As I spoke to my own father this afternoon, we were wrapping up the conversation, trying to get all the meaningful thoughts and words out before we hung up, my dad said, after I thanked him for who his was, “Aw, you guys made it easy.”  I laughed, particularly as I recalled each of our (3) teenage years and said, “Yeah, right.” Then he said, “Well, God made it possible.” 
God did make it possible.

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