The Father's Face

A couple of years ago I had occasion on a number of times during the church service to observe a father holding his two-year old son, John Nathan. The little one would often sit in his father’s arms facing his dad. Since they sat on the opposite side from where I was, toward the front, I couldn’t see Mike’s face, but I could see John Nathan’s. The small boy would look into his father’s face with love, security, and safety shining in his eyes. I didn’t have to see the father’s face to know that John Nathan’s expression was a reflection of what was shining from his father’s face. There was no guilt, no under-lying fear. This wonderful little boy probably had done things to require his father to mete out some form of punishment—but John Nathan knew he was fully accepted by his dad—no matter what.

I remembered that today in the Sunday morning service, as we were reminded over and over of our Father’s perfect love. I wondered, does my face reflect my Heavenly Father’s love? Can others see that in me? Can I look into His eyes, receive His love and acceptance—and reciprocate with my own love and worship