My Dad
"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" (Matt 6:26-27 NIV)
I can remember the first problem I ever encountered as a boy. I had a loose
tooth that just wouldn’t come out. I had heard that the tooth fairy paid some
serious cash for these things, but no matter what I did I couldn’t get mine out
of my mouth and under my pillow. I pulled on it. I wiggled it. I jiggled it. I
even gave it a firm talking to. Still, it seemed determined to stay in my mouth
forever. It was then, however, that my Dad came into the bathroom. "What is the
problem?", he asked. I told him about my difficulties with the molar that
wouldn’t move. He just smiled and said, "Let me take a look at it." I closed my
eyes and opened my mouth wide. When I opened my eyes again there was my Dad
smiling down on me with my tooth between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed
like magic or a miracle that my Dad could have done that so easily. I thanked
him with all my heart and went to bed amazed at how great my Dad was.
I still cherish that childhood memory. As I grew into adulthood I learned that I
also have a Heavenly Father who is more than willing to help me with all of
life’s problems and difficulties. Even when things seem overwhelming at times He
still comes in and says, "Here, let me take a look at it." Then He magically and
miraculously changes my heart, my soul, and the world. After that the problems
and difficulties either disappear or become transformed into opportunities to
help others, to grow in love and joy, and to become more at one with Him.
I am truly blessed to have such a great Dad here on Earth and such a wonderful
Father in Heaven. Both have loved me so much and both have helped me to see that
the real magic and miracles in life come from loving and helping each other.
When we do our days are blessed andfull of joy no matter what problems or
difficulties we may face. When we do our loose teeth are always pulled and our
empty hearts are always filled.
By: Joseph J. Mazzella