Meeting new people used to terrify me. Born with a cleft palate that went mostly uncorrected until I reached my twenties, I had a profound speech impediment. Pronouncing “s” and “j” correctly was physically impossible for me.
|Frantisek Kupka’s “Bather”|
For instance, a new football coach in middle school got to know his players by asking us our name, writing our name on a piece of masking tape, and plastering the strip of tape on our helmet. My helmet announced “Gay” to all my coaches and the rest of my team for weeks. That’s what he had heard me say when trying to say my name.
When Jesus emerges from the waters of baptism, a voice from heaven says, “This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:17) God is speaking. Not just to Jesus. But to all of us.
|Adriaen van Ostade’s “Portrait of a Family”|
God wants us to see that Jesus is more than his accidental offspring. After all, we know that men can be merely biological fathers. Even if they dwell in the same house, some fathers are so absorbed in their own pursuits that they have built no substantive relationship with their sons and daughters. Still others deny or abandon or even reject their children.
|Gustav Klimt’s “Music”|