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Love of The Father

 

Love of The Father

 

 

 

Q R Yarbrough

 

 

 

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Shakespir Edition Promises of Psalm 23

By Q R Yarbrough

Copyright © 2016 qr yarbrough

The King James Edition of the Bible is used in this writing.

Other books by QR Yarbrough

Promises in The 23 Psalm

 

 

Acknowledgement:

I want to acknowledge you, the readers of my work, to thank you for selecting this book to read.

 

 

Book Cover Picture: Picture of cotton field taken at a farm in the South.

 

 

Dedication

To the One who loves us so much He gave His life so we may have life, Jesus Christ, and who without His hand, I could not even write the first word.

 

 

Love of The Father

 

His breath is heavy-laden drawing last bit of life; his eyes set in an unemotional stare, a light haze over them as they unblinking stare into space. Dark bluish coloration matte over his feet, toes, and joints. Surrounding him are whispers of prayers, pleading God to send His Angel of Death to carry this sweet soul home. With each breath, the agony lingers, as his heart and lungs refuse to let go of the tired, weak, ninety-year old body. The mind had left several years ago, but the heart and lungs are strong, not wanting to yield its hold on life.

He has lived a rich life—not monetary—but rich in love and the evidence surround him in his children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. They reach out to him, express words of comfort, hope, and love as they prepare him for his journey. And it is a journey—one that began long ago on that cold February morning. He was the last baby for his mother. She would raise him with love for himself and his fellow man. She gave him the preponderance for a life that would love God and love his family before himself. He gave when he really had nothing left to give. His own needs were secondary.

His love for his children was an unending love, each child with memories of special things he did for them. He didn’t allow the boys to poison cotton because he didn’t want them to breathe the toxic air, and he would sit up all night to keep a fire burning on cold winter nights for a sick child or a visiting newborn grandchild. His heart was gentle, his spirit quiet, and his love deep.

He’s a man who raised animals for his family’s food, but too kind-hearted to actually kill the animal. Someone else had to pull the trigger; he loved animals and couldn’t harm a defenseless animal. He’s a man who would search for a newborn calf and once finding it, gently carry it in his arms home. He never had an unkind word to speak against anyone…searching for the good in all people.

An endless list reveals the love he had for his wife and their children. They always came first, and this love just spilled over onto his grandchildren as each one was born.

And there were the little funny things he did. He had a special little grin that revealed his mischievous side. He was a father that never forsake his children, but gave them all he had…he gave all of himself to his family. His life was his family.

He’s a private man. When he wanted to be alone with God, he would quietly slip out of the house at night, carrying his sins, his problems, and his praises to the Heavenly Father as he knelt down on the ground to pray. He’s a man of love—for his God and his family.

I can still remember one day I saw my daddy prove his love to me once again. I knew he loved me. But as a child of eleven, that love can be taken for granted. But as a man, I can still see that day in my mind’s eye, still feel the love that flowed from him as his actions still warm my heart.

It was a hot fall day. The day’s sun had begun to set. This would be the last sack of cotton for the day. The white fleece was bursting forth from the stalks, and it was easily pulled from its bolls. It wasn’t knotty from boll weevils nor rotted in the bolls from too much rain. This was pure white cotton.

Everyone was bent over the cotton rows, pulling the fluffy white fleece except me. It was at this moment that I had one of my least rational impulsive ideas. Down the stalks my hands flew as I pulled the entire bolls off and shoved them into my sack. It seemed as if my body was consumed with seeing how many and how fast I could pull the bolls. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t—no, I didn’t want to stop. It was almost as if my young body was on an adrenaline high. But then it was over—the time to go to the scales was upon me. The sack was weighed and then thrown upon the trailer. All the cotton came tumbling out.

“Bolls! Bolls!” cried my fourteen year old brother, Tony. It seemed as if they filled the wagon, all those pointed-sharp bolls falling among all that white fluffy mountain of cotton, brown and black spots lying atop of the white fleece. My deed exposed! My brother looked over the wagon rail at me. He knew, just like I did, that I had done the unforgivable in a cotton field. You never pull bolls when the cotton is so right for picking. The cleaner the cotton, the better the price at the cotton gins.

Never in all of his years of growing cotton had my daddy ever had a child pulling bolls when he should have been picking. The other children didn’t pull bolls—they picked—why did this little high-spirited red haired freckled face boy of his pull bolls? I dropped my eyes, wondering how big of a switch would be used on my backside?

I was scolded—I think—the question ‘why?’ was there—I don’t remember it all too clearly after that point. My mind became absorbed in the image that happened next, the image that was engraved on my heart and mind forever.

The sun had slipped away for the evening twilight, painting the sky a glowing red, orange, and purple as it passed into another world. At that moment that little red haired skinny, freckled face boy wished she could have gone with it. But my mother took the other children and myself to the house. My father stayed behind.

I looked back over my shoulder as I walked along the dusty field road. There he was—I could see him very clearly in the evening dust of twilight—high above me, my father upon the top of the trailer sitting in the midst of those bolls—picking each one out. He sent me home to safety—never punished me, but he took it upon himself to do what the child should have received—he took my sin upon himself. He had worked hard that day, he had more chores waiting for him at home, he was tired, but out of love for his little red haired skinny, freckled faced boy, he made everything ok as he plucked the fleece from the bolls. When he was finished, there would be no sign of my evil deed.

But that was many years ago and today I lay my head down on the pillow next to him. My heart aching. I didn’t want to lose him, yet I knew his time had come. His life here was finished; his new life was expectation. Tears filled our eyes as we watched, prayed, waited.

And Wednesday, March 17, 1999, he quietly slipped away to be with his Heavenly Father for eternity.

In the midst of their tears, his grandchild laughed and said, “I can just see Papa, saying, ‘Lord, do you need anything fixing up here. I’m pretty good at fixing things.’ And the Lord, responding, ‘No, Quinton, everything is fixed up here.’ And another grandchild said, “And I can see him saying, ‘Lord, got anything you need cleaned. I’m good at that too.’ And God responding, ‘No, Quinton, I believe it’s all clean too. You just come on in and rest. It’s all ready for you.”

Christians have another father—a Heavenly Father that loved us so much that He was willing to give His own Son for us. John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. It is a gift of love for us, and when we receive a gift, it is not because of something we have done. If I wash your car and you take me out to eat, that’s not a gift, but a form of compensation for washing your car. But God gave. All we have to do is receive. We are all sinners. Roman 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God. But God did not leave us there. Roman 2:24 Being justified freely by His grave through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus. Freely. This is telling us that we are justified, brought to God, without a price in our hands. It is free.

Isaiah 43:1 tells us that God formed us, but He also says that He has redeemed us, called us by name, and we belong to Him. Because of what Jesus did on the cross, we have been redeemed. Fanny Crosby, a blinded songwriter who was born in 1820, wrote a song entitled Redeemed. In the chorus, the words are clear—“Redeemed, redeemed, Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.” Jesus Christ is the Lamb that redeemed us because He was willing to die on the cross for the sins of mankind…for all who would be willing to take this free gift of life from God. Micah 5:2 is a refers to Jesus, telling us that He has been from the old, from everlasting. In Genesis 1:26, God says Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. Notice the “us”. In John 1:1, we are told that in the beginning the Word was with God, and The Word was God. 1John 1:1 That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, of the Word of life. This is who died for us. The Son of God who was there at the very foundation of world, died for us so we may be redeemed to God, so we may have eternal life.

If we received a phone call saying we have just won a new car or a million dollars, we could be jumping up and down, screaming, telling our friends all about our new gift, our new fortune. The gift of God is more precious than anything this world has to offer. It is eternal. It’s life. When the first man Adam sinned in the Garden of Eden, it brought death on the human race, (Roman 5:12) but through Jesus Christ all shall be made alive (1Corinthians 15:22). It is a gift that can not be bought—all we have to do is receive. And it is all because God loves us. We become His Children and He our Heavenly Father.

I keep talking about Jesus dying on the cross, but we must not forget to state that Jesus didn’t just die, be buried and lay in a grave forever. Jesus rose from that grave. 1Corinthians 15:20 But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first-fruits of them that slept(died). He’s alive. And He sits at the right hand of God. Colossians 3:1 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God. In Ephesians 1:20, and Hebrews 1:1-3 again we are told Jesus sits at the right hand of God, and in verses 20-23 we are also told about His power over all principality and power and dominion. He is God! John 10:30 I and my Father are one.

If you are a Christian, then you know what God’s gift is, but if you aren’t then it is very simple to get this free gift that God offers to all of us. We all stand on the same ground with God. Romans 3:10 As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one. Romans 3:23 For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God. We are all sinners and no one can stand alone to justify their selves before God. Without Jesus Christ, we are all doomed, but with Him there is life. Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ. Did you notice the last part of that verse? The gift of God is eternal life in Jesus Christ, and you can get this gift simply by calling on Jesus to save you. Romans 10:13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. And once we are saved, we are not just left alone. 1Timothy 2:5 For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus. And Hebrews 7:25 Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them. Jesus never forsakes us even when we sin*._] [*1John 2:1-2] [_My little children, these things write I unto you, that ye sin not. And if any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous: (2) And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world.

The Son of God, who is The Lamb of God, (John 1:29) takes away our sins. His blood on an old cross over 2,000 years ago paid the price for our sins. Jesus Christ was the Sacrifice for all mankind sins. Remember John 3:16. God gave His Son so we may be saved. Because of the love of the Father, God created a way for mankind to be reconciled with Him when Jesus died on that cross and rose from the grave. All we have to do is ask Jesus to save us, and repent of our sins. Acts 2:38 Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghos. Jesus Christ is the only way to heaven. Jesus said no one comes to the Father except through Him, and if we reject Him, we will perish. Mark 16:16 He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned. In all these verses, God has made promises to us. And we are reassured by God that He keeps His promises. II Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. This gift that God so wants to give to us is there just waiting for us. All we have to do is accept is, but don’t make the foolish mistake to think it will always be so. This life as we know it will not always be. Either we will dies, or time as we know it today will no longer be. II Peter 3:10 But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up. Today is the day to call upon the Lord Jesus to be saved. None of us knows what tomorrow holds for us. Do you want this gift? It’s yours for the asking. Acts 22:16 And now why tarriest thou? arise, and be baptized, and wash away thy sins, calling on the name of the Lord. My prayer for you today is that you will not tarry, but will receive the Lord Jesus as your personal Savior and receive His gift of eternal life.

The End

 

 

 


Love of The Father

As a child, my mischievous deed in the cotton field was exposed, but my daddy wiped away all evidence of that act as he took the burden upon himself. My heavenly Father has wiped away all my sins by the blood of Jesus who died on the cross for my sins, but no only mine but for the sins of the world. This small book looks closely at how we may all be saved and have eternal life through the accepting of Jesus Christ as our Savior. It is a gift, it is priceless, and it is ours only by accepting this precious gift of life from God, our creator who loves us so much He was willing to give His own Son so we may have life. He done this for us because of the love of the Father.

  • Author: Q R Yarbrough
  • Published: 2016-03-30 17:20:06
  • Words: 2830
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