Grace and all our Fathers
I just flew back in from Boston late last night (and boy are my arms tired….). Fortunate for me I don’t have to make a living through comedy This Sunday we went to our church’s early service and much to my kid’s chagrin we sat way up front. I don’t know about you but I always seem to really get, like - “get” as in - can’t run, can’t hide, God is knocking deep inside my soul, “get” things at the most inopportune times - for instance in the front row at church. So while I was preparing for the Lord’s supper and trying my very best to “focus and get into a “communion mindset”, I opened my eyes and glanced to my right and there was my amazing wife and my 3 children, now 17, 18, 19, who are all doing great (and taller than me) and I got it. I got Grace. I got that me - me who talks a good game but is often a bit unsure - me - God sent his only son to save - Me. And then, try as I might to look in control - I could not stop the tears. Through all my doubts, through all my failures, through all my guilt and “don’t deserve”, through all the pain that I felt and caused others, through all my “why God?!?” and “why not God?!?”, through all the times that I hoped desperately that a stunt double could step in and rescue me from my life, God, the master play write, had other plans for me. And in His play he inexplicably showered me with grace. God, the Father, sends His only son to save - me - and there I stood, in church (in the front row) with my family, breathing in life, with tears flowing, on Father’s day - thinking - I can not believe I get to live this life.
Hope that everyone had a great weekend and great Father’s day for all the dads, grandads & mentors out there.