There are many false conceptions, false images of God. Some individuals imagine God as an
impersonal deity far removed from our world. Others treat Him like a vending machine, coming to Him only
in crisis. Still others think He
is a bully Who can’t wait to pour His wrath upon sinners in judgment.
For
many years I pictured God as a crabby teacher. He sat behind a desk with a big red marker and glared at me
as I answered the questions in the test of life. I tried to do everything perfect, only to see my test
flooded with red ink and a big F on the top.
Through
revelation we learn, however, that God is much different than such
notions. He is our loving Father
and our readings indirectly affirm this truth. Moses, near the end of his life, encourages the Israelites: “Be strong and of good courage, do not fear or be in
dread of them: for it is the LORD your God who goes with you; he will not fail you
or forsake you.”
Kids
will often banter, “My dad could beat up your
dad.” Moses is saying, “Our Dad
can beat up ANY dad!” As our
Father God protects us. He
preserves us in harm’s way and provides for all of our needs.
In
the Gospel Jesus shows that we must be childlike to be great in the kingdom of
heaven. Jesus teaches this because
children are solely dependent on their parents. So too, we are 100% supported by God and all that we have
and all that we are is thanks to His goodness.
In
my own Christian journey as I struggle with weakness and sin, I often picture
myself as a child learning to walk.
I stumble, stagger and often fall down. You moms and dads know what it is like to help such a
child. When they fall, do you yell
at them? Do you tell them, “Come
back to me when you have it figured out.”
Or rather, do you not encourage them, cheer them on and hold them after
a fall? God does the same for
us. As we learn to walk with God
we often stumble and fall, and as our Father He is there to embrace us in His
love and mercy.
What
is the first image that comes to mind when you think of God? Try picturing Him as your loving
Father.
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