A thought occurred to me recently. I was thinking about my children and how important they are to me. I can remember when they were young how proud I was of them even then. I wasn't proud because of anything they did, I was proud of them just because they were mine. They didn't have to do anything to make me proud, just their very existence was enough.
They are both grown now and although I see them whenever we can, I am still very proud of them. As it was when they were young, I'm not proud of them because of anything they have done (even though in my eyes they have both done great things), just their very existence is enough.
To even think of someone harming them is almost more than I can take. I can remember having pain when they were hurt. Feeling rejection when they were rejected. Feeling injury when they were injured. Feeling ill when they were ill. Feeling feverish when they ran a fever. I can remember sleeping on my knees at my Son's bedside hoping and praying that he'd live through the night as his Strep Throat fever raged. I can remember holding my daughter just moments after she was born all covered up, hoping to warm her frail body.
Even cutting the ambilical cord, which I did at both of their births, was enough to make me shudder for fear of them feeling pain.
I wonder how God must have felt when He witnessed His only Son being ridiculed, mocked and scorned. To witness the betrayal of your only Son for merely thirty pieces of silver. I wonder how much pain he felt at every lash of His Son's back. The agony He must have felt when the nails were driven through His Son's hands and feet. The struggle He must have experienced as His one and only Son struggled to breath. I hear "Christians" talk about how Jesus died for someone and I think, "dying was the easy part".
Sometimes we think parenting is so difficult. We fail to realize that God is also a Father, THE Father of all. He sees not only our pains and struggles but those that we inflicted on His only Son.
There are those who claim that He doesn't exist and I feel sorry for them. There are those who blame Him for mistakes that they themselves have made. There are those who blame Him for what they have done. No matter how long I live, I will never be able to comprehend what He went through for us. No matter how long I live, I will never be able to repay Him for what He did for me.