My Father's World

I've never particularly enjoyed babies. There, I've said it. In the past, I found newborns a bit annoying, too needy, too non-functional. I used to joke with my one friend how many things his baby could do now....poop, pee, eat, barf, cry.

Part of me wondered how and if this attitude would change on becoming a father myself. I remember an episode of the West West TV show where a main character, Toby, confronts his cynicism and asks if he'll love his newborn well, and was scared he just didn't have it in him. As in the show, those fears dissipated like the morning dew.

Seeing my daughters, small and beautiful filled me with love. There's no reason, or conscious effort required, love for my children simply is. In that realization, I learned of God's love. Its no accident that God so often speaks of us love in terms of parenting. God loves us absolutely, not in a theoretical, abstract, or logical way. His love for us is the love of a father. In that way, He reveals himself nearly universally, in a love that transcends understanding.