Just read some excerpts from an interview with Bono of U2. Got me thinking a bit about God’s labelling himself as the father and how much it makes sense.
When I was growing up, my father was not my friend. Now don’t get me wrong my dad was a great guy and a great dad, but he wasn’t someone I would call a friend because he ruled over me, he disciplined me, and he told me what I could and could not do. And though I didn’t believe it at the time, I now know that was because he was looking out for me, trying to guide my future with his wisdom the best he could.
Well in the past few years since I’ve been living on my own, my dad and I have transformed into more of a friendship role, but with somewhat of a Jedi Master & Apprentice relationship. Okay, maybe not quite that cool, but now I purposefully seek out his advice on life, rather than him shoving it down on me, because I have realized that he knows a lot more than I do. And when good stuff happens in my life I share it with him because I know that he gets joy in seeing great things happen to me, the one he raised.
It took some serious (and painfully slow) growth in maturity to get to this stage.
As Bono loosely said in the interview - in Old Testament times, God was that first stage of father, teaching and disciplining those that could not do it on their own. He set up rules to follow, things the people could and could not do, and punished those who did not.
With Jesus and the new testament, God moved into the second role of father. He was no longer the rule pushing father of youth, but now He was the loving caring Father who was there to give you great advice when you needed it, but only if you asked for it. The laws of yesteryear no longer were of much importance as God entrusted our maturity with the simple rules of “loving God, loving people,” much as my own father no longer tries to enforce rules of curfew or anything like that trusting that he has raised me well enough to govern my self.
And He loves to hear from great things happen in my life.
Bono: There’s nothing hippie about my picture of Christ. The Gospels paint a picture of a very demanding, sometimes divisive love, but love it is. I accept the Old Testament as more of an action movie: blood, car chases, evacuations, a lot of special effects, seas dividing, mass murder, adultery. The children of God are running amok, wayward. Maybe that’s why they’re so relatable. But the way we would see it, those of us who are trying to figure out our Christian conundrum, is that the God of the Old Testament is like the journey from stern father to friend. When you’re a child, you need clear directions and some strict rules. But with Christ, we have access in a one-to-one relationship, for, as in the Old Testament, it was more one of worship and awe, a vertical relationship. The New Testament, on the other hand, we look across at a Jesus who looks familiar, horizontal. The combination is what makes the Cross.
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