I’m scared to be a father. I’m scared to think that I might have to teach someone right from wrong. I’m scared to think that someone would look to me for an example. I have lived with myself for far to long. I know my sins and failures. I know my weaknesses and vices. I know all the ways that I disappoint people.
And yet, as I type this tonight, there is hope. As is so often the case, this hope is founded on a promise. A promise not made by a man…
“So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he guaranteed it with an oath, so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. ” (Hebrews 6:17-18)
My hope for my children is found in the same promise that is meant for me.
And Peter said to them, “Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. For the promise is for you and for your children and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to himself.” (Acts 2:38-39)
No matter how screwed up and fallen I am my hope for my children is founded on the very grace and mercy that I have partaken of. The God who saves my soul will surely watch over the soul of my children. And it is that thought that will give me rest tonight. Not a rest of prideful assurance but rather, a rest of peaceful trust in One who is greater and more faithful than I. Praise to The Lord Almighty!