"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!"
"Daddy! Daddy!" The young girl ran across the fragrant green turf, anxious to show her father her newly-found treasures. A bouquet of dandelions was clutched tightly in her tiny fist.
"Daddy, look what I found!" The loving father stands vigilantly at the front door, a wide grin on his face.
"Oh, I see! My, those are pretty! Let's put them in a vase in the kitchen."
From our earliest days in Sunday School, we've been taught about the Trinity: the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. We take priviledges of being a child of God, and of having Jesus as savior, and of being filled with the Holy Spirit. It's easy to forget, though, that we are children of the King.
God is our master, our savior, our comforter, our redeemer, our instructor, our judge, and a thousand other things. But most important of all, he is our father. In the very beginning, he decided to make Man like himself, in his own image. He wanted something like him to carry on the family legacy. He wanted fellowship, friendship, but also something he could call his own. Something that would want to belong to him.
Over the next several months, I want to explore the relationship between father and child. It's a huge metaphor, and I could get really intricate. I'll try, however, to follow the Spirit's leading, and to say only what he wants me to say. I'm not sure if I'll do this in chronological order by age, or just as it comes to me. Regardless, I hope you will profit from what God has to say through my mediocre wording.
