On my recent April 1st trip to Moldova, I saw the Father.
The Father did not appear riding upon the clouds or in any spectacular burst of light. In fact, He was found in a simple peasant’s home in a village like most others in Moldova.
Our little mission team of eight had gone there to deliver food and necessities to the family of a 15-year-old boy named Marius. Marius has cerebral palsy, or something similar. When we ducked into his family’s two-room home, he was being supported in his father’s lap.
Though he can’t stand or speak or even sit up without assistance, he was able to understand our conversation. Occasionally he would struggle to turn his face toward his father, always with a big smile. At one point, a member of our group asked, “Marius, do you love your dad?”
In response, he made a valiant effort to put his right arm around his father’s neck. With his father’s assistance to do so, he snuggled contentedly into his father’s neck, raising his head enough to look him in the eyes and then kiss him several times.
And that was when I knew we were in the presence of The Father….Father God!