I went a little crazy when I learned I was going to have a boy. I looked around and decided that I had to work harder to make this world a better place for my child.
Then he was born and my thinking quickly shifted. Screw the world, I thought, I’ve got to take care of my son.
I had other issues to deal with at the time so pardon me if I seem a little extreme.
As a father, I’m troubled by the idea that God was willing to sacrifice his son for the world.
I have sons. No one can have them. In terms of life and death, if I ever had to make a choice between my children and anybody else, I’ll choose my children to live every time.
Want to hurt my kid? Want to beat him and nail him to a cross? It’s not going to happen. If someone were to try, I’d destroy him in the blink of an eye.
Every parent I know feels that way about their kids. They’re supposed to. Something would be wrong if they didn’t feel that way.
So why have we decided it was noble for God to give up his son? I have a hard time respecting a God who would do that.
I have to believe the problem here is in the imagery.
John actually has a different image of Jesus. He maintains that Jesus is actually God Himself in the flesh. When he went to the cross, no one forced him. He gave himself up. He willingly sacrificed his own life for the benefit of humanity.
That’s an image I can respect. I can even aspire to be like that. I can see offering my life as a living sacrifice or even as a martyr.
But not my sons.