A Father’s Heart

I hate the picture above.  But I also love the picture above.
I have to admit… I don’t look my best.
However… this picture has nothing to do with me and everything to do with my son… Graham.
He’s the source of every emotion displayed in this picture.

I’m proud father… of two.

I don’t know what it is like to only have one.
But I can imagine if I did… that one would be my favorite.
They’d be my joy.
They’d be my peace.
They’d be my everything.

I read a story yesterday…
Genesis 22:1-13
1 Some time later, God tested Abraham’s faith. “Abraham!” God called.
“Yes,” he replied. “Here I am.”
 2 “Take your son, your only son—yes, Isaac, whom you love so much—and go to the land of Moriah. Go and sacrifice him as a burnt offering on one of the mountains, which I will show you.”
 3 The next morning Abraham got up early. He saddled his donkey and took two of his servants with him, along with his son, Isaac. Then he chopped wood for a fire for a burnt offering and set out for the place God had told him about. 4 On the third day of their journey, Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. 5 “Stay here with the donkey,” Abraham told the servants. “The boy and I will travel a little farther. We will worship there, and then we will come right back.”
 6 So Abraham placed the wood for the burnt offering on Isaac’s shoulders, while he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them walked on together, 7 Isaac turned to Abraham and said, “Father?”
   “Yes, my son?” Abraham replied.
   “We have the fire and the wood,” the boy said, “but where is the sheep for the burnt offering?”
 8 “God will provide a sheep for the burnt offering, my son,” Abraham answered. And they both walked on together.
 9 When they arrived at the place where God had told him to go, Abraham built an altar and arranged the wood on it. Then he tied his son, Isaac, and laid him on the altar on top of the wood. 10 And Abraham picked up the knife to kill his son as a sacrifice. 11 At that moment the angel of the Lord called to him from heaven, “Abraham! Abraham!”
   “Yes,” Abraham replied. “Here I am!”
 12 “Don’t lay a hand on the boy!” the angel said. “Do not hurt him in any way, for now I know that you truly fear God. You have not withheld from me even your son, your only son.”
13 Then Abraham looked up and saw a ram caught by its horns in a thicket. So he took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering in place of his son.

This story is one about love.
But not the love a father had for his son.
The love a father had for his God.

This was the father’s reward…
James 2:21-22
 21 Don’t you remember that our ancestor Abraham was shown to be right with God by his actions when he offered his son Isaac on the altar? 22 You see, his faith and his actions worked together. His actions made his faith complete. 

The Father’s faith was complete because of his action.
The action was a daring one.
A sacrificial one.
A scary one.

The father put his action for his God before his action for his son.
His God rewarded him… greatly.
But that initial sacrifice………….
Had to be the scariest thing the father had ever done.

Sometimes I think we over look the sacrifice that God the Father made as He sent Jesus to this earth.
Abraham was a picture of God the Father…. only God the Father… actually slaughter His Son.
For you.
For me.

God the Father is all knowing.
But if the heart that God has given me as a father is a reflection of His…
Sending His Son to this earth was daring.
Even a bit scary.
Yet because He is God…. He knew everything would be alright.

Are your actions making your faith complete?
What action can you give God this Christmas?

Don’t procrastinate putting your faith into action.

A Father’s Heart

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