The sun shone in the heat of the day. The temperature rose to a limit that desert animals couldn’t bear. From the heads of men, sweat vaporized into eternity. Hydration was key in surviving the current day.
In the house, was a young boy who dreamed of spending insanely amounts of time with his father. He peered out the window to the land which his father sowed and harvested. He imagined a cooler day with a breeze to satisfy the soul. He daydreamed about his father trying to find him among the outer rim of trees and forest. In his mind, when his father found him, he tackled him and tickled him incessantly, until the very breath he bore could no longer be found. Joy overfilled and overwhelmed the thoughts of the young boy’s mind.
He asked his mother, “Can I go meet father in the field?”
Mother responded, “Not today. It is too hot for you.”
The boy replied, “But mother, I want to spend time with father.”
Mother said, “When the sun starts to set and father is in the barn, then you may go out and meet him.”
The seconds felt like hours. Minutes felt like years. Hours felt like an eternity. The boys mind wandered from one thought to the next. Never did the boy have the same thought, but imagined different ways to spend time with his father.
Around midday, Father came into the house to nourish his mind, body and soul. Mother placed a pitcher of freshly made, ice cold, iced tea, next to a plate filled with a sandwich and Father’s favorite chips. As Father ate, the young boy sat and stared at his father wondering if they were having the same thoughts.
“What is on your mind, son?” asked Father.
“Spending time with you”, said the young boy.
“You’re spending time with me now”, responded Father.
“Yes. But I want to play with you”, stated the smiling young boy.
“When the sun goes down and I am in the barn, then come out to see me. Then we will play a game”, Father told the young boy.
“What kind of game?” asked the boy.
“A game you will love”, responded Father with a smile and a keen look.
Father finished his meal, sighed a deep breath to signal he was satisfied with what Mother prepared. After a few minutes, Father got up, placed his dishes in the sink and left to go back into the field.
As the sun continued it’s harassment on the earth and water was nothing more than an after-thought, the boy became impatient. His yearning to spend time with his father took over any sensible thoughts. The young boy decided to disobey what Mother and Father told him and run out into the field to meet his Father.
The boy carefully and slothfully, made his way to the back door. He cautiously looked around in order to ensure he was not caught. His hand placed on the handle, slowly turned it ensuring that no noise was made to signal his disobedience. The door crept, the boy turned and closed the door with extreme care.
He could feel the heat and decided that even the sun could not stop his eagerness to spend time with his father. The stairs made no sound as the boy jumped from the top step to the grassy area at the bottom. Many times before, in many days past, the young boy would jump from the top step and bypass the other three to feel the soft grass on the bottom of his soles.
His legs could take it no more and so the young boy ran as if it were a race for a prize. A smile on his face was brighter than the sun. Every stride was one closer to his father. As he ran, he could see the small distorted image of a man. He knew it was his father, so the boy ran faster.
As the boy approached his working father, he heard in a cry of terror, “STOP! NOW SON STOP!!!!”
Excitement took over and the ears stopped working.
“SON, I SAID STOP. NOW!!! DON’T COME ANY FURTHER!” cried Father.
Suddenly, sense came back to the boy’s mind which then he realized, his father was serious. The boy stopped his pursuit and stood in complete shock. He didn’t understand. Why would his father tell him not to come any further? Why would his father not want to spend time with him? He knew he had disobeyed, but also knew his father’s love was greater than his actions, but why was Father screaming so loudly?
“Son, whatever you do, do not move”, said Father with a shaky, scared voice.
“But Father, why?” asked the young boy.
“Son, do exactly what I say and do no more or less”, Father instructed.
“But Father, why?” asked the young boy a second time.
“Take one full step backward”, Father stated with a look of care and fear.
The boy took the backward step as his father instructed.
“Now son, take two steps to your right. Large ones. Not small ones.” said Father with a crooked smile.
The boy did exactly as his father told him to do.
The boy asked, “Can I come to you now Father?”
“Not yet. Now take three more large steps backwards”, Father said.
Again, the boy did everything his father instructed.
“Son, when I tell you, run into my arms.” said Father with a sense of fear.
“Okay Father”, the excited boy said.
In a matter of a moment, the boy could see his Father bend down, taking some actions in the brush and said, “Run to me son!”
The boy ran as fast as he could. His father had his arms opened wide. As the boy and his father bonded, the boy could feel his father’s arms securing him as tightly as they could go without crushing the young boy.
Father cried and cried. Tears flowed from his face and onto the shirt of the young boy.
“Why are you crying Father?”
“I almost lost you, son. You almost died”
A confused look distorted the boys face. Almost died? It didn’t feel like he almost died and besides, what did death feel like anyway? As the boy’s mind continued to process the information, Father said with tears in his eyes, “Let me show you why I was so upset.”
Both approached the place where the boy stood before the confusing turmoil. Father continued to hold the boy and expressed how he didn’t want to let go. As they approached the place, Father slowed down and said, “Look among the thorns, son.”
The boy leaned over his father’s arms, turned his head toward the ground and peered into the thorny brush. A noise came from the thorns. It sounded like a toy, similar to his baby sister’s rattle.
“What is that noise father?”
Father took a long branch and poked into the brush. A hissing sound was heard as the thorns moved. Suddenly, the brush stopped movement and several heads peaked out. It was a family of rattlesnakes.
Father told the young boy, “Had you not stopped when I told you, your foot would have stepped into the brush. If that had happened, the snakes would have bitten you and you would have died.”
The boy then realized the danger that lurked among the thorns and was glad he was in his father’s arms because the boy understood, it is better to be in the Father’s arms, safe and secure than in the den of snakes and vipers.
Stay in the safe arms of our Father and Savior.
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