On Sunday, a silly, little song made the world make sense to me.
Come, and go with me, to my father's house.
It's a big, big house
With lots and lots of room.
A big, big table
With lots and lots of food.
A big, big yard
Where we can play football (TOUCHDOWN!)
A big, big house
It's my father's house.
As a teenager, that song meant NOTHING to me. Yeah, it was fun to sing. But going somewhere with enough food? Or a yard? I had that here on Earth. What's the big deal? I missed out the entire blessing of that simple promise because I couldn't look past my own Earthy abundance. I wonder how many of God's promises I miss out on because in this world of overabundance I'm not forced to rely on Him?
But for the orphan? For the child foraging for food in the garbage? For the child watching his mother die slowly and painfully from AIDS? For the child who can never get beyond the rumbling in their stomach or the cough in their chest to have a day of fun or a day of carefree living? For the child who has never known the nurture of a mother or father? For that child- this promise is everything.
And all of a sudden, it made sense to me. THIS is the justice for the orphan. There will be a house with ROOM. There will be a table with an abundance of food. There will be play and laughter and community and BELONGING. And most of all, there will be THE father, claiming EACH child as his own. That is the justice. This? This suffering? This unimaginable plight of the orphan? The overwhelming burden that I carry? That you carry? It is but a blip in the big picture- a mere speck in the infinitesimal expanse of time. It doesn't make sense. It probably won't ever make sense. But knowing that there is justice for the orphan somehow makes it more manageable to wrap my head around.
I know that this promise is simply the basic message of the gospel. But I'm a slow learner. It's taken me a long time to see this message of promise and hope in relation to the orphan. It took a silly kid song for God to finally show me how he is standing in the gap for the fatherless. There is a beautiful promise. There is hope. There is a big, big house- it's my Father's house. There is justice for the orphan.