In the warm caress of a mid-summer’s afternoon, wind sighing through the leaves and grasses, two unicorn stallions sit next to each other on a blanket in a quiet glade, hidden in the middle of a park, the remains of their lunch before them. The rest of the park remains hidden behind the miniature forest around them, never more than six trees deep in any spot, while birds whistle gaily to each other from branches and in the various bushes, pruned and blooming with subtle hints of color. The intermittent crinkling of the newspaper in the father’s telekinetic grasp sounds from time to time as he turn a page, while his adult son sits quiet, gazing, thinking. Sitting side by side, barely an inch between them, yet the son couldn’t feel further from the stallion next to him. Taking a breath to kindle his courage, he speaks.
“Daddy, do you love me?”
Taken aback at the sudden and entirely unexpected comment, the father turns to stare at his son, at a loss for words. Mouth moving like a fish out our of water, he lowers the paper to his lap. Why would his son ever ask this? Of course he did! His boy knew that. The sudden comment felt in violation of the peaceful afternoon, and in turn it violated him.
“Have I not provided for you?” he queried. “Have I not cared for you since you were but a foal? Your mother and I spent so much time raising you and teaching you how to walk and talk, and yet you ask me this? Did we not do all this for you?” The son nodded silently, eyes forward.
“You did.” Letting out a breath, the father nodded, trying to regain the peace of the afternoon yet again. Gladly, he repopened his newspaper.
The minutes crept by and the father was able to put the discussion out of his mind, sure that i was over. The birds continued their courtships, the breeze continued to play subtly across their coats and manes, and the son continued to think. Twenty minutes later, he took yet another breath, building further upon his courage.
“Dad, do you love me?”
Tensing at the question, the father frowned. Setting the newspaper down, he shifted so as to better face his son.
“Again? Have I not gone to every game when you were a child? Did I or did I not play catch with you, advocate for you when you were in school, and teach you how to use your magic? Was I not there when you discovered your talent.” Again the son couldn’t hold his father’s gaze, turning forward once more with a nod, his gaze drifting toward the mark on his flank.
“Yes.” Letting out another breath and trying to get comfortable, the father went back to his reading. Yet he couldn’t concentrate, he couldn’t get his son’s words out of his mind and he couldn’t relax.
‘This is so unfair,’ he complained to himself. ‘He knows full well that I love him, so why is he asking these absurd questions?’
The time crept by even slower after they spoke, the ten minutes feeling like forty. Finally the son closed his eyes, steeled himself, a fire burning fully in chest, and asked once more.
“Father, do you love me?” Exasperated, the older stallion tossed his paper aside and turned to face his son fully, meeting the pleading gaze with his own.
“My son, please, why do you feel the need to ask this of me? Was I not there for every performance you ever gave? Did I not praise you for your efforts and support you in your decisions even when I did not fully agree? Was I not the one who helped you start your career? Even now when you are gone my house is open to you!” Finally, confused and wishing for this dreaded conversation to end, he cried with a humorless laugh, “What more do you want?”
Holding his father’s incredulous gaze with tears blurring his vision, the son replied with a quiet voice.
“I want to hear you say `I love you`.”
At times, actions may speak louder than words, but actions without words are incomplete.
As an adopted son of God and brother to Jesus, there is nothing I look forward to more than seeing his face, feeling his arms around me and hearing him say “I love you”.
I have a great mom and dad, but my dad has never really understood me. Not only that, but he is basically my polar opposite in personality and many other things, one of the biggest is I am very expressly emotional, he is … not. Another one of these differences is in the way we feel loved. I know he loves me, but I’ve never felt loved by him. Unlike the character in this story, I’ve never told him so.
This is one of the things that reveals to me the truth of Jesus. To this day I struggle, feeling like I don’t have a father even though he’s right there, but through it all I’ve found the love of Christ and my heavenly Father. He is who I cling to in times of trouble, and through Him I’ve overcome trial after trial!
How sweet these words are:
~ Ephesians 1:5 “In love he predestined usfor adoption as sons through Jesus Christ …”
~ Romans 8:14-16 “For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God …”
In the history of mankind there is none so unique and world changing a figure as that of Jesus Christ. His words continue to change the world to this very day and his message is so unique! Grace, mercy, love, faith — he made some pretty enormous claims, not the least of which was claiming to be the truth. So far in my life that claim remains upheld. I’ve experienced his life changing love.
If you do nothing else, at least try to find out who Jesus is.
Mr Kellen Smith