Monday, June 12, 2006


The other day at church I was so taken by something I saw I had to come home and write about it. With Fathers’ Day so close on the horizon, I thought I’d share my experience with you. Oh, I do want you to know, I did not take this picture. I do not know who did or I would give gredit. Whoever did take the photo, I know he/she understands what I saw.

There is a man in our church, a new father for the fourth time. This man stands tall and imposing, easily mistaken for intimidating until he smiles and his face cleaves in friendship. I remember once watching as he leaned in to help a woman struggling between wheelchair and seat. With gentle firmness he guided her to her destination. She struggled, she worked, she breathed a sigh when landing on her chair. His moves were unobtrusive yet sure. When done, he melted quietly into the seat behind to continue in worship.

Another time this big man did something that made me cry. He picked up is newborn son and stood holding the tiny bundle to his chest, smiling down on helpless trust.

And I saw God.

A stalwart defender. A tender father. The warrior king. The protector.

I saw my Abba and was drawn close against His chest, deep into His heart. A picture of power, a glimpse of glory, an embrace of eternity. Safe and secure from all alarm. Hallelujah!

May you see glimpses of our loving Abba this week—when you least expect it and when you need it most.

Abundant blessings!


Jennifer Tiszai said...

There's just something amazing about seeing a big man hold a little baby. I always find the incongruity of it striking.

Love that picture you posted!

GeorgianaD said...

What an amazing picture! I adore seeing men who are proud to hold their babies. Thankfully, my husband is one of them.

I'll be paying attention to my Father this weekend especially.

Anonymous said...

Your words really touched my heart. God works in mysterious ways. God Bless!

CHickey said...

What a wonderfully touching story! I remember a time I was struggling to comfort an infant we'd just adopted, trying to keep the baby quiet during worship. I was frustrated and close to tears. A man in front of me, turned around...and winked. My spirit calmed and so did my son's. I saw an angel that day. I've never seen the man again.

Susan Skitt said...

Beautiful...that picture really struck a chord with me. We truly are in God's protective hand.

"And I give them eternal life and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand." John 10:28

Susan Kelly Skitt, Christ Follower and Contributing Author, God Allow U-Turns for Women, "A Test of Faith"; A Cup of Comfort Devotional for Women, "God's Protective Hand"