Did you ever have one of those bragging moments with another kid when you were little? You’d both be discussing how hard it was to move a large stone, concluding it’s way too heavy. Then suddenly you’d remember something. “Yeah, it’s heavy, but my daddy can lift it. My daddy is so strong, he could lift it with just one hand!”
How did you know he could lift it?
Because you had seen him lift heavy stuff before. You’d seen him moving things that you couldn’t even budge: big boxes full of books, fresh-cut lumber stacked 4, even 5 boards high, heavy burlap flour sacks he’d hoist onto his shoulder and carry into the house. You had seen him in action; you knew your daddy was strong.
I was reading a verse in Mark that sounded like this. Jesus was talking with his buddies about something, and their response was astonishment. They concluded, well, it’s impossible then! (my paraphrase) But Jesus looked at them and said, “With men it is impossible, but not with God; for with God all things are possible.”
Can you hear his tone? “But not with God!” My daddy can lift it—he can lift it with just one hand.
Jesus knew his daddy. He had seen him in action so he spoke with confidence. Oh, my daddy can do the impossible!
I get the impression that God wants us to know him like that, too. I have seen him do some amazing things for me, just for me. You want to hear what he’s done? I’ll tell you.
- He half buried a 20-dollar bill in the sand at the beach for me to find.
- He gave me the cash to purchase an ’05 convertible so that I can drive with the top down and my hair blowing everywhere.
- Through the simple invitation from the Man With the Keys, he offered me the pleasure of climbing to the very top of the lighthouse at sunset to see the glass light up close. Normally a specially-priced tour event that I experienced for free.
- He gifted me with friends who care about me—who invite me for coffee or for a beach walk or for an evening of board games.
- He placed just the right books on thrift store shelves for me to stumble upon.
- He gave me a home with ceiling fans and a kitchen window and my own bathroom. Then filled the space with furniture: a rectangular table with chairs, black leather couch, queen-sized sleigh bed, lamps and paintings and dresser with mirror. And a welcome mat.
- He filled my Christmas stocking with chocolate and scented lotion and cash.
- He gives me flowers, even planted a Hibiscus bush at my doorstep that greets me with fresh blooms nearly every day.
I read his words written so long ago that speak loudly of his longing to be known. Hey, look at me; get to know me; this is who I am. And it seems he’s been persistent in his efforts with me these past months. I’ve seen him move mountains for me. I’ve seen him answer the cry of my heart. I’ve seen his generosity, his lavishness, his love for beauty and patterns and textures. I’ve felt his comfort. And heard his words of affirmation and encouragement spoken through friends, through family, even through strangers on the street.
And I look at his track record, see the kind of person he is, and speak now with confidence that yeah, my daddy can do that—he can do the impossible!