Prayerlife

My parents used to take me and my brother to Camden Park near Huntington, West Virginia for a birthday present.  Occasionally they would let us bring some friends with us to enjoy the carnival rides and corn dogs.  It’s still open today.

I heard a father tell the story of doing that with his son, Ryan when he was about 8.  He brought six of his friends and was standing at the ticket booth waiting to pay their admission while the boys played and pushed and laughed.  When the time came to enter the park, the Dad was counting heads as they walked past the ticket booth.

One young man came along behind the other boys, but the father didn’t recognize him. When he stopped him, he said, “I don’t think I know you, do I?”  Immediately the little guy pointed to Ryan and said, “He told me I could come with him.”  And you know what the father said?  “Any friend of Ryan’s is ok with me.”  So because of his love for his son, he bought a ticket for the little stranger.  He gained access to the park by naming his son, Ryan.

You know where I’m going, right?  We don’t come to the Father on our own recognizance. We come because “Jesus told me I could come.”  Our admission to the throne of grace has been paid by the precious blood of the Lamb of God.  Therefore “let us come boldly to the throne of grace.”

He even tells us we can call Him “Father.”

 

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