Friday, January 6, 2017
And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.” Galatians 4:6(NLT)
There is nobody in the world who can call me Didah but my grandchildren. I hate the sound of it from adult lips (perhaps enough to fight),but when my grandchildren (or their children) say it, my heart melts like a snowball in a microwave! I even drive a car with a license plate that proclaims it!
Abba is the Hebrew equivalent of Daddy. Only little, loved children can say that! If being a true child of a loving, caring, Heavenly Father doesn't make your heart laugh, you either have a bankrupt notion of true fatherhood, or you’re stone-cold dead.
Now, there is only one thing that ever stands between God and His child having this kind of fellowship – sin. We are all subject to temptation and falling. But when we fall into temptation, our fellowship can be restored, as well as intimacy that allows us to enjoy the laughter of God, by repenting of sin:
But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness. 1 John 1.9(NLT)
The reality about prayer, even intimate prayer where you can cry, Abba, Father, is that not all answers are yes, but every answer will have the full attention and wisdom of a loving Father who loves you and wants to hear from you.
Adoption tells us we are wanted. Abba tells us we are enjoyed.
According to Scripture[ii], the promises of God are certain, and unquestionably true. What is the promise Paul mentions as he writes to the Galatian believers?
And you, dear brothers and sisters, are children of the promise, just like Isaac. Galatians 4:28(NLT)
And like all children are expected to come home, so are Abba’s children expected in their home, Heaven. Beloved, the laughter of God means we are wanted, enjoyed and expected home. Home is a place called heaven, and it is wonderful beyond our imagination. It is a place ringing with laughter and joy and love. It is the place of God.
A relationship with the Father means no knocking on Heaven's door like some stranger. It means walking right in, wanted, enjoyed, expected.
When serving in Vietnam in 1968 I got my orders to return home. I wrote Elizabeth, telling my bride what time the flight would arrive. The plane ride home was long, filled with turbulence and storms. But, when I stepped off that plane, my whole family was there to greet me. For the first hour there was nothing but hugging and kissing and tears and laughter. It was the genuine laughter of reunion and the promise of much communion together. I was home.
That, however is not even the smallest hint of what the reception in Heaven will be like.
It’s similar in that, there, you have a family waiting to welcome you. But, oh, not just your spouse, children, earthly mother, or father, or a lost sibling, or friend. You have a heavenly Father, and an elder brother by the name of Jesus.
There’s enough political mess, and horror show on the nightly news to make one cynical and full of despair. Now might be a good time to lift your hands and eyes towards your real home and, with no need to knock, open the door wide with one word: Abba!