“Even though you don’t believe in Jesus, He loves you anyway!”
I’ve heard this a lot. My supernatural dad loves me, even though I don’t believe in him. But he wants me to believe in him, doesn’t he? So I hear that he’s done great things for me like showing me the sun every day, giving me oxygen to breathe, and making my favorite football team win. OK, 2 out of 3 ain’t bad. Nobody’s perfect. But all of that stuff has natural explanations. If you want to show that you’re the almighty powerful dude, you gotta show me something. “It’s all around you! Look at the butterflies, and the clouds! What more do you need?!”
Look, if God believes it’s so important that we all believe because of all he’s done for us, how about showing up every once in a while. Sure, I guess he’s current on his child support of rainbows and sunsets, but that’s not all a dad is about. Kids need some face time as well. A game of catch. Some actual visitation.
See…I love my wife, and I love my kids. I go to work 5 days a week so that we can all live in a house together, free from bees, fire ants, and rats. If I find the guy who’s responsible for those! But since I love my kids, I bring home some money. I go to their school events. I go to their sporting events. They know I love them because I’m actually there. Seriously. They just look over during the game, and I’m the hairy guy in the camping chair. I don’t hide behind a tree like some creepy deadbeat who has a restraining order against him.
I understand that for some this is an unrealistic expectation. I mean, maybe he’s busy. So he just leaves the birds, rocks, and flowers around for us to see when we get to them. But this seems to be the equivalent of ringing my doorbell and running before I answer it, or tapping me on the shoulder and hiding.
“I see you behind the bush! You’re not fooling anyone!” (Oh, never mind, that was just the Easter Bunny.)