I don't think I knew how powerful that word was until I looked at the 7lb 7oz wonder in my arms... and said, "Son." Titus Ezekiel Anyabwile was born at approximately 1:40pm today. He's as beautiful as his mother, and is without question an amazing miracle from God.
He is my son. Having been a son for 30 years, I now know I've taken for granted what I meant to my father. I didn't realize the sense of pride that welled in his heart when he called me "son," as he often did. That is, when he didn't call me "tiger" or some such thing. "Son" was the pronoun he used most. I'm glad he did. I know something more about what he meant when he used it.
I also know something more about the Father's love for The Son. "This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased" will now sound quite different for me. The pleasure the Father must have felt! Out of the abundance of an omnibenevolent heart, the Father spoke... and it was to express His pleasure at His Son! Pleasure at the sight of a newly baptized Son, given to take away the sins of His people.
And it would please me most if my son would call The Beloved Son "Lord" and the Father, "Abba."
Daughters give one kind of joy, pride and pleasure... a kind of easily-stirred alpha male protectiveness that is just as easily melted at the softness that's in them. Sons give another kind of joy, pride and pleasure... a kind of chest-thumpin' "yes, be a man!" kinda feeling. The one makes us a royal guardian, the other a king. I don't know why that is... or that it's universal. I just felt it today... and it was pleasure. I saw my son today, and I was pleased. And I now know something about the Father and the Savior that I didn't before. I know something more about what pleases the Father... it's His Son... not just the Son's work, but the Son himself.
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