Wrecking Crew

Kani and I have a 14-month-old who I lovingly call my 'one man wrecking crew.' He's our adorable, messy, 100% boy. If he had a motto, it would be "I don't need to be 2 to be terrible." We're stuck on him. We're stuck with him! He whines more and more often, flails arms and legs when I carry him out of church, we have to live around his schedule, he eats with his hands, and he always eats first! (That used to be me.)

Our daughter is our 13-year-old super-girl and lifesaver. She's part nanny, part nurse, part cook, part teacher, part sheriff, part entertainer, part judge and jury. (She got her skills and good looks from her Mom.) God gave us the best big sister a boy could have. We love our children so much because they belong to us, our very blood courses through their veins. Life without them would be unimaginable, the mere thought that anything might ever happen to them, an obscenity. And you have someone in your life who you feel the same about, a daughter, a son, a niece, a nephew, or perhaps a child that you have adopted in your heart.

Our Heavenly Father also had a Son. He lived long ago, but He continues to touch people's hearts with His love today. He wasn't self-absorbed or proud. Instead, He washed the feet of His disciples. He wasn't impetuous or short-sighted. Instead, in an amazing display of self-discipline and devotion, He fasted for 40 days and 40 nights. He wasn't vulnerable to prejudice or racially chauvinistic. Instead, He shared a well with a Samaritan woman. He didn't resort to jockularity or gimmicks. Instead, He gave His listeners The Bread of Life. He didn't always gravitate to the most important person in the room. Instead, He dined with Zachias.

His Father adored Him, because He came from the Father. The very blood of God coursed through His veins. His body is our sustenance. His blood is the reparation for the broken shards of our lives.