Today in our home we enjoyed the engagement party and couples shower of our youngest child, Lauren, and her wonderful fiance’, Chase.
This morning we had a house full of children and grandchildren eating, laughing, teasing, rough-housing, playing music…all while Dianne made our house look beautifully special and I simply did whatever chores assigned me.
In my heart and through my tears I thanked my God for such privileged pandemonium.
I wonder…is that how God feels? When he sees a few or a bunch of His people get together laughing, crying, singing, dancing, shouting, playing games–raucously enjoying the family bond–are there tears in His divine eyes and joy in His eternal heart?
And if there are, why do we try so hard to make our gatherings tame, predictable, structured, ordered and professional? Is our propriety robbing God of the joyful exuberance–the sacred irreverence–of children basking in the freedom and safety of home?
Sometimes I wonder if we are trying to make the Father proud when what He really wants is for us to make Him smile. We are trying to be well-behaved when He wants us to be ridiculously happy.
What about outsiders looking in? Do they see a true reflection of the lavished love of the Father in our routinized and rote gatherings? Shouldn’t they see extreme joy, extravagant celebration, ebullient life and enthusiastic expression? After all, look at all our Father has done.
You see, no matter how difficult life is, no matter how painful circumstances can be, no matter how severe losses may seem, one thing always remains certain: we have a loving Father who held nothing back in reclaiming and restoring His children.
And that Father relishes the sacred irreverence of His wildly eccentric family.