Being father has some really neat moments when you get a glimpse into the heart of God. I like to take my daughter on walks around the neighborhood. She’s one and a half and walks around in control, for the most part. It’s fun to walk up and down the sidewalk and explore the trees and flowers, and bits of trash we find. It’s really one of the most enjoyable things I get to do.
Sometimes we have to cross the street and I get to explain to her how to be safe, looking both ways and then holding daddy’s hand. But I had this terrifying thought the other day…what if I were to look outside and see her straying towards the street with a car zooming down it. There couldnt’ be a stronger force in me moving me to get to her as fast as I can to save her from destruction. Any father knows what this rush of terror and adrenaline feel like.
I would gladly throw myself in front of the car for her life. I would sacrifice my life and health in an instant if it would save her. Then it occurred to me, this is exactly what God, the Father, has done for us through Jesus.
Think about that.
We were all kids straying into the busy street, and Jesus went for us to die in our place, so that we could live.