It's always been a bit tricky for me to recognize the Trinity in the context of family. The illustration is lost on me, perhaps because my own family, at least my historical family, consisted largely of women. Further, they're all dead!
Although I'm married now, with two sons to boot, the vast majority of my life was spent between a strong-willed mother and an obdurate grandmother. I'm an only child. My uncle, a fascinating man and a schizophrenic, completed suicide when I was eight; my time with him was far too short. And my grandfather, an entertaining but
To me, men have always been a bit of a mystery. I am drawn to them, intrigued by them, many of my friends growing up were boys; I seemed to relate better to drums and skateboards than I did to make-up and baking.... or was that just a ploy to get closer to this strange gender I didn't have the luxury of observing up close in my own household? The males in my adult life are playful, or physical partners; I have no schema of a an a-sexual, dominant, loving family leader. The fathers I see on TV or in the movies seem plastic, surreal, missing a necessary element.
I wonder, can the fatherless come to understand a God who longs for us to see Him as our Father?
I hope so.