A quiet moment sitting by the shores of Galilee on our day of rest. I
idly watch a family arrive and disperse their belongings. As an older man leaves,
he turns back to the call, “Abba.”
The children mill around, and again I hear the call, “Abba, Abba,
Abba,” – now a little lad calling for his dad’s attention.
Within twenty minutes, and across 3 generations, I’ve heard in everyday life
the ordinary use of the gentle family word Jesus used for his father and
invites us to call on him like this too.
I can’t put into words how much it has meant to hear “Abba” used
naturally here in the place where Jesus used this example of how close God’s
heart is to us.