As with most new fathers to be I had no idea what to expect as to my feelings toward the new baby. Naturally, all the attention was understandably focused on the new mother to be. No one had any words of wisdom for me or shared insight as to what I would likely experience. I like most “fathers-in-waiting” just sat on the sidelines and silently wondered what it would be like. So, when my son was born, I was overwhelmed by new feelings and sensations and the strength of my love for this stranger, almost from the very beginning of his life.
Not too long after the birth of my second child approached. I was uneasy about my feelings and filled with false guilt as I secretly wondered how I could possibly love her (it was to be a girl), as much as I loved my son. There’s no way, I thought, I could duplicate those “feelings?” However, after my daughter was born, I realized that my love for her was just as great…I learned that I did not have to divide my love in order to share it, or consciously love one more or less than the other. It was already there, “pre-packaged” for me in both of my children. Today, I reflect on those years of parenting, and marvel at how much greater is the love of God for each one of us.
In our Gospel (Luke11:1-13), Jesus teaches his disciples how to pray. Over the years
I’m sure his lesson created considerable controversy and raised much doubt
about all prayers being answered: So I say to you, Ask, and it will be given
you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. For
everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone
who knocks, the door will be opened. Is this really true?
Our children provide a unique model as we try to comprehend how much God
loves us. Over the years, my children would ask for many things. All requests
were heard and I know all their requests were answered, if not always to their
satisfaction. In some cases they received what they asked for; in many they did
not. Often, however, my alternate suggestion, which they may have resisted at
first, turned out to be an even better “gift” than what they had originally
requested. I don’t remember ever not listening to their requests, despite how
outlandish some may have been or I thought they were. I don’t remember not
answering them one way or another. Even when they were denied for whatever
reason, I listened, and our mutual love for each other never suffered albeit with some difficult encounters.
Luke’s Gospel us that this is the way it is with God: If you
then...know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the
heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him?
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