As a 10 year old kid, there was nothing better than an invitation into my dad’s world. My dad was great (still is), always dutifully sacrificial about embracing my 10 year old fascinations:
- A nauseating ride on the amusement park’s worst roller coaster.
- Squatting for hours like an MLB catcher so I could practice just one more pitch.
- Pretending to enjoy my 23 minute detailed synopsis of “The Great Muppet Caper” as we drove to dinner.
But looking back, it was those invitations into his world that made the deepest impact:
- Joining him at the office while he processed his latest business projections.
- Letting me tag along for lunch with a few of his associates.
- Buying an extra plane ticket so I could accompany him to a training seminar.
These moments told me I mattered. That I was valued as a son. And perhaps most importantly, they opened me to new opportunities, perspectives, and ways of seeing the world that have impacted me to this day.
As I continued to mature (or at least grow older), these invitations into my dad’s world actually grew into shared passions:
- A blind loyalty to (and ingrained love for yelling at) the Indianapolis Colts (with or without Peyton Manning…ouch!).
- The love of a good round of golf – from a local muni to St. Andrews, Pebble Beach, or Torrey Pines (all places we’ve been fortunate enough to experience together).
- A few (sometimes mildly successful) business ventures (and a few not so much).
Worlds collided. A relationship formed. A life-long connection that I’m still grateful for to this day.
And our relationship with God isn’t all that different.
I’m so thankful for a Heavenly Father that enters our world. That takes interest in our interests. That lovingly longs to sit on the floor and “play” on our level, in our world. That’s where it all begins.
But as we grow, that connection shifts. It needs to shift.
God invites us. Into His world. His ways. His perspectives. And if we can find the courage to accept, our world slowly begins to get lost in His. A world bigger than our childish self-interest, we actually begin to share His passions.
The passions of our Father.