For the last month our son has been getting his teeth. He got his first two early on (about five months) and then nothing until the last month. Now he seems to be working on eight at once, and he’s miserable. He’s fussy, lethargic, and strung out on homeopathic remedies and Advil. When vigilant, we can keep his fever right at 100. He’s been no fun to be around for the last couple of weeks. Between the crying, poor sleep, high fever, and the persistent snot faucet, it’s a constant battle to keep him at least reasonably comfortable.
And as a parent, I’ve never been more in love with him. Since he feels bad it means extra snuggles and loves throughout the day. A normally rambunctious little boy is perfectly content to sit in my lap and play a calm game. I whisper constantly to him how much I love him and get a chance to kiss him regularly.
And then I think about the Bible passages that teach us that God is our parent. But there’s often something else that gets tagged on to that rather unjustly: how angry God is.
He’s angry because you’re a terrible human being.
He’s angry because you sin way too much.
He most likely hates you for that thing you did last week.
But come to your loving parent or burn in hell, OK?
For some reason, the holier you seem to get, the angrier you get too. God, being perfectly holy, is perfectly angry, but it’s a righteous anger so it’s acceptable.
Yet I’ve never actually seen anyone parent like that. When a child suffers, is in pain, sick, teething, or having a bad day, I don’t know any parent that becomes angry and erratic and starts hating their child.
Instead, they lovingly encourage, kiss, and remind their child of their special status and relationship.
So here’s the good news between you and God:
He’s not angry.
He doesn’t think you’re a terrible human being.
He most certainly doesn’t hate you for anything.
The thing he desires most is to spend time with you, lovingly reminding you of how special you are and how crazy he is about you.