Last week, I was working–as many people do. I was folding t-shirts by the cashier, and I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation by a father and his toddler son. The father had just refused to let his son buy a toy truck, and the little boy was angry, his face all red. He looked to his father, as if the 4 feet height difference didn’t bother him, and clenched his hands. “I hate you.”
I literally froze in shock. Although many toddlers say they hate their parents, I wasn’t quite sure what the father would do in response in a public setting. Would he yell back? Would he discipline the boy? Would he ignore the remark? But instead of getting mad and embarrassed like any father might, he simply–and calmly–looked down into his child’s face, and said one single phrase. “I love you.”
The little boy was confused. His anger started to turn into frustration. “But. But I said I hate you!”
The father still looked down into his son’s face, his eyes never once leaving the boy’s. “And I said I love you too.”
By now, the son was screaming “I said I hate you” multiple times. But the father still never wavered. “I still love you.”
It was in that weird moment that I came to a sudden realization.. the realization of God’s unwavering love. Sometimes we ask for things from God, and He says no. We become angry and distant, arguing about who is right or wrong. But through our constant frustration and rage, God’s love never changes. It never misses a beat. It never gives up on trying to make us understand.
It’s always patient. It’s always kind. It never gives up.
So why do we?