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A Dad's Blessing (And a Mom's Perspective)
A dad does so little to bring a child into the world. A woman does all she can to share all the changes that she is going through, but invariably the man just nods his head and waits for the next request that he can understand. I thought this poem was an apt description of a dad's conundrum and a mom's correlation to God in spiritual symbolism:
I was so happy just being his wife - and yet
Isn't it wondrous how God made this life?
Conceived by our love, this child is real
I try to explain the way that I feel
To my husband - but he can't quite know
How a person's inside you, ready to grow
My tummy all swollen, I call for his hand
He feels his boy kicking and trying to stand
He looks at my eyes, he studies my face
His feelings are jumping all over the place
He questions me shyly, finding the words,
Does it hurt you much baby?
Should I call a nurse?
If I pat your hand slowly will it take away pain?
If I ask you more questions
will it damage your brain?
I smile and tell him that he's doing good
That he's doing everything a good husband should,
I'm glad it calmed him, my time is so near
Our dear sweet baby very soon will be here,
One pain at a time, the Lord knows the way
Our baby will be here this very day!
I look at my husband, in pain I do smirk
You'd swear by his face, that
he was doing the work!
"Push!" yells the doctor, and my husband obeys
Our baby is born, my husband looks dazed
There was our baby all gooey and squeezed
I saw that my husband truly was pleased,
He said with a smile, "He looks just like me."
I just smiled back at him, and had to agree.
There was God, looking down from above
At this husband and wife, with baby to love,
God remembered His Child, His eye held a tear
He remembered the things He said
when He was here,
"How oft I'd gather you under my wing
If you'd come to me now, my heart would sing,"
A mother's plea from the lips of our God
To sinning humans both here and abroad,
Jesus was having a mother's pain
As tears stung His eyes like unwelcome rain,
He knows our sorrows, is acquainted with grief
Sin's stolen His babies like an uncaring thief,
He looks to His nursery, His heart knows no peace
His love is eternal and never will cease,
He cries for the sinner that died long ago
He cries for the sinner that refuses to know
The way He's provided escape from their plight
It tears at His heart to know He is right
That many won't come as He holds out His hands
Of love and compassion to every man,
So Jesus weeps with a mother's tears
As time marches on and judgment draws near,
Jesus calls to us this very day
To help save His babies from going astray,
How He longs to hold them near to His heart
Like moms do their babies right from the start
So tell sinning humans both here and abroad
Of a mother's love that comes from our God
We as the parents of this dear baby boy
Will raise him to see God as his pure joy.
* [bracketed] words in Scripture verses are mine *
As a dad, when I held my baby for the first time, it was a life-changing experience. It gave me a perspective about my place in life. It made me grateful to God for a miracle given to me. It made me cognizant of my responsibility as dad. All this was granted by God giving me a baby boy and then a beautiful baby girl. As the dad, I the responsibility of watching over their vulnerable lives and helping them to see how to reach for their eternal home as well.
God giving me a baby made me look up and recognize that He loved me. I then was compelled to re-examine why He gave Himself for me in the first place. Jesus was a gift to the world. God gave His Son to die for me and everyone I love. I couldn't imagine giving up either of my babies for anything in the world. I thought- would I do it if it would save a life? Would I do it if it would save a whole country full of lives? What would be so important that I would allow my baby to suffer any pain if it was in my power to stop it? I decided there was nothing that would get me to allow hurt to get to these precious souls in my life. But then I had to come to grips with the fact that God not only allowed His son to come and die, but most of the people that He died for would reject Him and the gift He offered to them.
"In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only-begotten Son into the world, that we might have life through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation [payment for] for our sins... We love him because He first loved us."(1 John 4:9-10, 19)
"Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many are they who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life [the pressure will be go along with the majority], and there are few who will find it." (Matthew 7:13-14)
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life." (John 3:16)
When my son and daughter got older and could begin to understand, I told each that God came to earth as a man and died for their sin too. I knew when they were babies they were too young to understand and if those precious children had died (as babies), the Bible says that they would be in heaven. But each of my children lived through babyhood and each grew. I told them the truth about the state of all people born in this world. We are all sinners. We sin because it was passed down from the first parents Adam (and Eve).
"Therefore just as through one man [Adam] sin entered the world, and death through sin, and thus death spread to all men, because all sinned." (Romans 5:12)
I told them that God loved him so much that He paid for the sin that lived in them, and in me (her dad), and in all people everywhere. I told her how I got on my knees and asked God to save me because I had faith in Him and how I had promised to follow Him always. Kids are so cool. It made sense to them. My daughter sat on my lap and prayed a simple prayer of faith. I will always remember that moment and the sound of her little voice talking to God and asking for forgiveness.
I don't know if you, dear Reader, have ever asked Jesus into your life, but if you haven't you can pray a prayer similar to what my daughter (and son) prayed. If you believe that Jesus came to this earth to die for your sins and you know you are a sinner, you can call out to Him. If you believe that Christ died and rose from the dead, that is called the gospel. If you believe the gospel and are willing to turn from all your sin and follow Jesus then heaven is only a prayer away.
Does it makes sense to you as it did to my little daughter? You can pray this:
Dear Lord Jesus, I am a sinner and I need you to save me. I believe that You came to earth and You died, and You rose up from the grave after 3 days. I promise, Jesus, to always do the things You say to do and to stop doing things my way. Thank You for saving me. In Jesus' name. Amen.