Is God Your Hero Or Your Father?


Imagine a little girl, 8 yrs. old, swimming at the beach and suddenly she goes underwater. She’s drowning. A lifeguard runs to save her. He pulls her little body out of the water, rushes her back to shore and gives her CPR. She chokes and sputters and starts to breathe. He’s relieved and the crowd around him cheers. He’s done his job, he’s a hero. He hands her over to her family and after a little applause, high fives and fist pumps from the crowd he goes about his business.

Now imagine that same little girl swimming, she goes under water and her father realizes that she’s missing. He dives into the water frantically searching for her, screaming her name. He looks under the water and sees her, he pulls her limp-lifeless body up into his arms and races to shore. He instinctively breathes into her tiny lungs and she spews out water and takes a breath. Overcome with emotion, he pulls her to his pounding chest. He embraces her, kisses her and wipes the hair from her face.

I think that he could not hold her close enough in that moment. He would envelope her in his love and never ever want to let her out of his sight again.

He’s not a hero, he’s her father. He didn’t rescue her because it was his job, he snatched her back from the clutches of death because he loves her. She is his child and he does not want to lose her.

The lifeguard represents who Jesus is when we make a simple confession to receive Jesus as our Lord and Savior and then dutifully attend church and live a good little life. He’s like a lifeguard that rescues us but that doesn’t mean that we live in His love or that His love changes us.

But the Father, represents our God…he rescued her because of his love for her. The Dad represents the love that compelled Jesus to the cross for us.

Knowing God as our Father, believing that the Bible is a letter of love to us and not a list of rules, this is what makes the difference and takes us from knowing him as our hero to our Father.

Day 16…how’s it going?

Well, you’ve had four-past-a-dozen days to live up to your New’s Years resolutions, how are they going?

Being an over-achiever, I started mine the day after Christmas. Of course this may have been directly related to the fact that when I stood on my new Wii Fit it made the sound that is made when someone picks the wrong door on “Let’s Make a Deal”. In that moment, dressed as Raggedy Ann and fishing through my purse for a paper clip, I decided that I needed to make some changes.

I’ve cut back on sugar and decided that moving this body a little more might be a good thing. I’ve found that I don’t miss sugar (except in my coffee) and that moving more hurts a little-sometimes a lot. Don’t worry, mochas are not a thing of the past for me, just a slight pause in the action.

I’m not big on resolutions, I think that ‘decisions’ are better than resolutions. The word resolute means: ‘to be determined to’. So I can be determined to read my Bible or I can wake up and decide to do it.
No matter how determind I am to do something, if I don’t decide in that moment to do it, it doesn’t happen, not even with “I can do all things through Christ” written on post-it notes all over my bathroom mirror.

It is good to be single-mindedly resolved to do something, but our life is really a pool of the things that we’ve decided to dive into. And sometimes I’m not so crazy about what goes floating by as I back-stroke through my day.

The most important thing to me is my relationship with God. Religion can cause me to regularly darken the doors of a church or open my Bible and read like a good little soldier does. But my relationship with God draws me like a moth to the flame. Hungry for what it has to offer then suddenly extinguished by the power of His presence and the majesty of who He is. At that moment I realize…that’s the point…like the moth, I die, He shines.

His Word is life. It changes me. It makes me want to decide to know Him better. I want to know, what does He think about life? What is His take on the messy reality of all that is today. How do I fit? How can He possibly love everyone? I mean, look at us…really?

I resolve to decide to grow closer to Him. I want more of Him and less of me, so off to the flame I flutter and brace myself for the landing.

So it’s day 16…how’s it going?

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