Today I took Emerald to a mall. We rarely go to malls anymore because we never seem to have time. But, today, we went and we walked and window shopped and chatted. We stood next to a little fountain and watched as bronze turtles spit streams of water into the pool, and we discussed which direction to wander next.
Suddenly, someone began yelling. I turned to see a young mother stopped in the mall, leaning down so her face was about an inch from her son’s.
What the f**k is wrong with you? she screamed again and again.
He was silent, eyes downcast as she spewed the f-word into his round little face. He was probably six years old.
Emerald was oblivious, watching the turtle fountains.
I wonder what kind of impression of God that little boy is getting from his mother. God is a parent. Does that chubby cheeked little baby think of Him as a raging, abusive tyrant?
I wonder what kind of impression of God that my kids are getting from me. Do they think He is petty? Nagging? Do they have a notion somewhere inside of them that He is just a little bit of a phony?
Take this today as motivation to be more like Christ: we are our kids’ first impression of what God is like. What do our lives say about who the Father really is?