Daddy, my daddy!

If you spend enough Sundays in evangelical churches, sooner or later you’ll hear it said that the reason Paul didn’t translate ‘Abba’ from the Aramaic when writing Romans was because he wanted to capture the essence of the familiar, child-like, intimate name for father, for which there was no real equivalent in Greek.

the image painted is usually something like that of Jenny Agutter’s Bobbie flying down a station platform crying ‘Daddy, my daddy!’ at the end of The Railway Children.

The message is that God is not merely ‘Father’, that stiff, remote, Victorian patriarch to whom we are presented only when we’ve been suitably cleaned up, brushed down and smartly turned out. He’s ‘Daddy’, waiting with arms open wide, longing to be reunited with us after an absence.

But as I’ve written on WhatYouThinkMatters today, the name implies an everyday intimacy and depth that that picture doesn’t really convey.

What do you think? Do you find it easier to relate to God as ‘Dad’ or ‘Father’? Or is your experience of fatherhood such that you struggle with the whole concept.

2 Comments On This Topic
  1. Christine Niles (@CRoyseNiles)
    on Sep 25th at 11:24 am

    I’ve always struggled with the “fatherhood” of God. My dad is a fully human man…meaning well, but falling short of being the protector and leader that I needed. Further, while I’ve embraced the more casual, accessible nature of the modern church, the early traditionalist in me still has a hard time with God as “Daddy.”

    This is great food for thought/prayer…I still have a long way to grow!

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    • Jennie Pollock
      on Sep 25th at 11:35 am

      Thanks for your honesty, Christine. I’m so fortunate to have had such a great earthly Dad, among so many other blessings. It’s really good for me to hear others’ perspectives and struggles.

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