Please don’t think I’m bragging, but I am blessed by having the parents that raised me. Last Sunday Connie and I traveled to Bowling Green and attended church there. When I was a teenager we lived in Bowling Green and my father was the pastor of the United Methodist Church. Several people Sunday in private told me my father was “a great man” and made a signal difference in their lives. (One of these was Joe Jones who emphasized daddy’s strength combined with his humility and meekness.) A lady came up to me and said although my father was great, she considered my mother greater. She began to relate to me several things my mother had done and said.
My point will be a simple one. For those not as fortunate as me in their “choice” of parents, it would be very difficult to grasp the nature of God even by reference to father or mother. It is a sad thing; but unloving, hard, cold, even abusive parents exist. Only for those with loving parents is it possible to consider the heavenly Father or Mother as being loving, meek and humble. But for those fortunate enough to have had such parents, the divine nature of an all-powerful God as nurturer and creator is readily possible – whether referred to as masculine or feminine.
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