My Father

My Father

I’d like to introduce you to my Father, He is the Greatest of All Time, he is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end.

I had met my father when I died, and fell in the way of the prodigal son, so far down that I was found in hell, and from there he took me up and returned me to life.

My first words to him were “sorry”, heartfelt, heart-bruised, soul-wrenching and all consuming sorries were all I could offer at that time, and thankfully, they were enough. I thought I had earned His love by my tears, and by the sheer weight of my desire to be “good”, but as it turns out, and much to my embarrassment, He had loved me all along. Even when I didn’t know He was there, and if I knew, I didn’t care for Him or what He wanted for me. As it turns out, he has seen my worst, even those times I myself cannot bear to bare my sins, He had already dressed my wounds, and bandaged my faults.

Who is this man that loves me so? That died, and suffered a death so bloody and gruesome, it fills my heart with grief and… anguish, yes, anguish, that’s the word. It was anguish to watch. I have seen in many visions, each drop that poured from that thorny crown, and wailed in unity with His spirit. This is anguish. To want to help, but not be able to. To know that the suffering is underserved, and yet, be powerless to stop it. Anguish because it grips your heart as it does your soul and cries, wails, because all your strength goes only into the bemoaning of such a fate for the one you love.

My father, He comforts me. When I stayed in the mountains filled with Aswang, He was a shield around me, and though my cloak was just cloth, a lion guarded me all around. No fang could touch my flesh nor my soul. I could sing my sweet praise in the deep darkness, because even then, I know He was watching over His dove.

My father, He reprimands me. By way of harsh words from the Old Testament, He has called me many names, and each day, he weeds out the desires that do not belong in me. He disciplines me with hardship, but always provides benevolent people who follow the word as guides. Seven years of pruning, and thousands of dire circumstances of poverty, of floods, of desolation, and spiritual warfare. Through it all, I have grown to know my Father’s will is supreme, and his presence is constant.

He picked me up from hell, and through angels, he brought me to His Holy Temple in Heaven. He has pelted me with filth, but also cleansed me of all unrighteousness. He has most of all, led me, hand in hand, in my way of sanctification. Today, He has also given me a new name by which to live by, “Hephzibah” and “Zion” which points to a future I myself dare not believe, but obediently work towards one day at a time.

Though each day is unassured, my faith lies in the promises of My Father. He will bring all that is in His purpose to come to pass. Heaven and Earth may pass away, but His plans and His laws are forever.

My father, he provides for me, and has shown me that I am important. I don’t even count social status as anything. Money is nothing. Fame is even less. The only thing that matters is the esteem of My Father, and this, thankfully, He gives freely and lovingly. How tender are His powerful hands, and How constant is His care!

My goodness is not mine, but the work of His hands. My Holiness is made by the walls He has built around me. My confidence is His strength. My intelligence is His wisdom. My voice is His words, as I am an obedient servant. All that I am is His, and all that I will be is His work, His planting, His craftsmanship.

How I rejoice in His love, and bask in His awesome might. How I love to be in this state of grace. Where people have failed, and lied and broken, My Father has repaired, and redeemed and made whole. Where people have fallen short, My father has come up magnanimous in His love, His mercy and His faithfulness. It is as constant as the waves in the sea, and as eternal as wisdom.

I just wanted to let you know that my father is your father too. He loves you like how a father’s love is perfected in a child he brought to life. He opens his arms in welcome, and asks you to take your seat of honor as the son of the Most High. A son or daughter that has no cause to fear, and that has all the reason to be courageously confident in your inherent divinity. In His eyes you will find only an invitation to be loved, to be happy and to be complete. In walking with Him, you will inevitably follow the path of righteous holiness, and in this path, you will rejoice all your days.

Come join us, sister. Come join us brother! J We are on our way to heaven, and the path is peaceful all the way.