Hagion - holy & sacred stuff
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makrothumia - "Patience, longsuffering, forbearance"
Hebrew Thought:
Bên - "son, offspring, descendant"
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Monday, January 24, 2005
The Question The last of the sun’s rays had faded minutes before and the only light came from the glowing embers of the campfire’s remains. The stars shone brightly in the summer night sky while a chorus of cicadas serenaded us with their incessant buzz. After a day filled with collecting “fossils,” chasing fireflies and protecting us from a variety of wild jungle creatures, it was nice to have my son starting to settle down and it gave me some time to relax. I sat peacefully in my folding camping chair and watched my son attempt to set fire to his shoelaces while at the same time not getting his feet too hot from the coals. At that moment, all was right with the world! But then came “The Question.” You know what I’m talking about. The Question is that question that you did not want to hear, were not ready to hear, are never prepared enough to hear but know without a shadow of a doubt that you will hear. Your “The Question” may be different than mine was, but I believe that the terror is the same regardless!
Now at first blush, that “The Question” may not seem too startling to you and I must admit that it does appear innocuous enough. That question doesn’t have the feel or the initial impact of the “Where Do Babies Come From” or “Why Does Mommy Kiss You Different Than Me” Questions. Oh, but beware my friend. I know my sonny-boy and I knew that there was trouble brewing inside that innocent little mind of his! And just so, after the obligatory pause to allow the fear to settle down to my bones, the inquisition continued… Son: Daddy? And WHAM! That’s when the precocious young boy hits me with The Question. A conundrum. A real brain-twister that one is! So, do I tell him that God loves him more than I do? So much so that God gives us free will even allowing us to hurt ourselves? If I cannot comprehend that, how in the world will a six year-old mind? God loves us so much that He freely and willingly gave His own Son to die in our place. He loved us so much that He came to earth, became a man and paid the penalty for my sin. He loves us so much that He offers Himself to live inside of me to guide and teach and direct me into His ways. That’s too much love. But then to think that He also loves me so much that He allows me to tell Him to “get lost!” if I should choose to do so. Dad: I don’t know son. I guess He just loves us more than we can understand right now. And so that was that. The stars shone just as brightly in the summer night sky and the cicadas seemed to start into a second verse. At that moment, all was right with the world!
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