Oh, the depth of the riches
and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and how
inscrutable His ways!
I have this tendency to view God with a
reverence that makes me feel so unworthy. He is the perfect King, traveling
through the crowded streets, sidewalks straining as the throngs woo and weep
over Him, longing for just a glimpse. And yet, He stops and He turns and He
gets off His horse to speak, to speak to me, a ragamuffin. Not only am I
undeserving, I am ill deserving of such a gift. God is the King of kings and
the Lord of lords, the Creator of galaxies who, according to Isaiah 40:12, is
able to measure the stars with the breadth of His hand and hold the depths of
the seas in the hollow of His hand. He is the painter of the subtle sunrises
and the deepest blues in the twilight sky. Even in our imagination, in the
furthest stretches that we dare or can muster, the Lord is still infinitely
greater than that.
Because of this tendency, I often miss the
characteristics of God the Father, the deep, joyful, abiding love of the
Father. For the past month my church, Vintage21, has been constantly
reiterating the closeness and the intimacy of the King. Matthew 3:2 says,
“Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” And why is the
kingdom within reach? Because the King is that close! Our God, the King of all
other kings, is literally within hand’s reach.
Last week Vintage taught on Luke 12:32,
“Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you
the kingdom.” Two things hit me with this verse. One, not only does the
Father give us the kingdom, but He desires to give us the
kingdom. In fact, it is His good pleasure that we might
receive the kingdom of heaven. And secondly, whose place is it to give the
kingdom but the King himself? He who is the King is also the Father.
Transition my heart to understand more of you as
the Father, good and gracious King, that I may dance as a liberated and adopted
son of the Most high, no longer under the orphan identity.
