To me, it seems as though we’ve had a lot of Parent/Child scripture readings, this Summer. This week is no exception: I trace a common thread of parental advice and bonding in these lections. As a father of two now-successful men, I remember my concerns for their growing “in favor with God and [humans]”. Many of us consider GOD to be a loving parent as well–what are the stories in your life that will verify this?
The Book of Hosea is a Book of Grace. Again and again an interested God steps off his cloud to intercede and restore the Children: not because we’re special, and certainly not because we deserve it! Yet “when Israel was a child, I loved him.” (11:1-11) This rebellious child has worshiped other gods, and has disowned parental loyalty: shall he again be in slavery, with the “sword in their cities”? But the Lord remembers hugging the child, and teaching him to walk….how can God execute this fierce anger? They’ll come home, they’ll come home….
Paul speaks to the Colossians with Parental Wisdom (3:1-11). “Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth…..put to death whatever in you is earthly.” His list covers all the possibilities: fornication, evil desire, greed, anger, malice, slander & abuse, lying. Remember who you are, that you’re wearing new clothes in God’s Holy Image! I used to get a similar reminder just before I stepped out the door, did you?
Jesus probably wasn’t speaking to children, per se, in Luke 12:13-21. Yet this sounds like good advice from a Parent who thinks his kid is flying too high, wide ‘n’ handsome: “the things you have prepared, whose will they be? So it is with those who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God.” The land-owner wasn’t being chided for being rich, but for not giving God thanks by sharing with others…
At the risk of immodesty, I’d offer my poem ICARUS GROUNDED.
One day my Father brought me wings! New horizons now are mine, I fly above the boulders Rolling down my path.
Too bad for me. I soon forgot These wings Another’s gift of Grace And not my own. I flew too high, Beyond my skill and wisdom’s bound.
Dizzying spiral, earth’s plane now above, Now beneath me, I tumbled in flames On the floor of the desert. Old friends came in awe To view my burnt-out husk.
Earthbound I sit, waiting For my melted wings to heal.
God Bless Us, Every One H B King