I think the first blog I ever wrote was titled, "I Am Not An Orphan". It was born
out of my own process with God. I was coming to grips with myself, what I believed,
and what the truth really was. Over a year later, I am still finding little things
in my heart that cry orphan. I try to be diligent and deal with those bad thought
processes when they come up. Today was one of those days.
My orphan heart minimized the role of the father because I still struggled to relate
I had been reading the devotional book Soul Food by Havilah Cunnington. This particular
chapter was about the story of the prodigal son. She mentioned that in Middle Eastern
culture the story was titled, "The Story of the Running Father". That thought arrested
me. My whole life I have read that story with the main character being the wayward
son, the secondary character being the elder brother with a chip on his shoulder,
and the last being the patient father. I majored on the faults of the sons, when
the story is supposed to depict the Father. My orphan heart minimized the role of
the father because I still struggled to relate to it.
He gave his son the biggest party you could imagine.
The truth of that story, the main plot, the masterpiece of it is this amazing father.
He endured betrayal and still loved. He threw off restraint and ran to his son while
he was still a long way off. He covered shame, barrenness, poverty and sin with
a robe of richness, safety and purity before the son ever had the opportunity to
speak. Then he gave his son the biggest party you could imagine. What a great father!
What a huge love that was!
God saw humanity and He loved what He saw enough to run towards it.
When I put myself in that story I always came as a beggar. Now I close my eyes and
see a father that is so delighted in me. My whole life I never had anyone run toward
me that way. But God does. He looked through the glass of eternity and saw me. He
saw you. He saw humanity and He loved what He saw enough to run towards it and bring
about restorations with the blood of His own son.
He sees you and He smiles because He loves what He sees.
I am not an orphan. You are not an orphan. We are beloved, treasured and valuable
to God. The author of time and space sees me; He sees you and He smiles because
He loves what He sees. That is no small thing!