Today would have been my father's 81st birthday. I can't imagine what he'd be like at that age, and I doubt he could have either. He was the strong, silent type. Good thing that's not hereditary. He passed away 15 years ago.
The name "Dad" holds a lot of weight in my heart. I have so many good memories of Dad. The image of a good earthly father is so easily projectable onto our heavenly father. Unfortunately, for some, the poor images are projected.
Today I was blessed by a simple message from one of our first Honduran sons "Hi Dad, good morning!". From time to time it hits me that I am called "Dad" by many children, and young adults. For me, this really brings home what Christ said about following him:
Peter said to him, “We have left all we had to follow you!”
“Truly I tell you,” Jesus said to them, “no one who has left home or wife or brothers or sisters or parents or children for the sake of the kingdom of God will fail to receive many times as much in this age, and in the age to come eternal life.”
-Luke 18:28-30 NIV