A maffia ágyában

“…when I, as a father, go to the nursery school to pick up my son, how do I decide which child to take home? Do I ask the teacher which child behaved the best? Or do I look around to find the most beautiful one? And if the teacher tells me, upon arrival, that my child beat up five other kids and poured yoghurt on the cleaning lady’s head then do I leave him there and pick another child to take home? No. No matter what, I will take my own child home. Because he is mine! This is the basis for our relationship. And if we have this basis, I will take him home and we will have a chat about yoghurt, other kids, the cleaning lady and about fighting. It seems awfully simple when we are talking about our own children but if Jesus says the same about the Father, we get all confused because the barter spirit etched upon our soul by shame and fear reaches so deep that we cannot even imagine that we are loveable people, just like that, without any condition.”