Just imagine being going back thousands of years to the land of Israel. People are streaming into Jerusalem because it’s the special day that the High Priest is going to plead to God for the forgiveness of their sins.
You look at this dude, the high priest. His robes, works of art in themselves, drape his entire body. On his chest is a strange-looking square that sparkles. If you could get up close, which you couldn’t, you would see twelve jewels attached to it-unique in colors. If you could get really close, you’d see something written on each jewel. You put on your bifocals. Each stone has the name of one of the twelve tribes of Israel inscribed on it. This is a shadow of Jesus, our High Priest who died for our sin, once and for all. Just like the names of the 12 Tribes were inscribed on the breastplate jewels, your name and mine were inscribed on Jesus’ palms. (Isaiah 49:15)
You are His jewel!
Making a breastplate would be a lovely family activity and way to teach the kids about how special they are to Jesus.
“….We do have such a high priest, who sat down at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in heaven…” (Hebrews 8:1)
While digging through my files yesterday, I found this poem by a birth father. I’d like to contact him for permission, but don’t have the correct information.
I thought we all might benefit from hearing this. Let me know your thoughts?
Just because your mother and I are not together,
doesn’t mean that I don’t care.
After all this time we still have one thing in common,
you’re something special she and I share.
For I fled like a coward into the night,
with awesome fear and without hesitation.
The day arrived when I realized,
that I had made a made dash from being a man.
Here I was at the throne room of your heart,
asking you, my daughter, to forgive me if you can.
I held you in my arms at a few months old,
and to find out now you’re a lady.
Time has passed so fast my dear,
as many voids now seem shady.
Now to find you my sweet,
comes as great surprise.
It’s different now praying before I go to sleep,
than to lay my head down and close my eyes.
Adoptees Are Silently Searching for Missing Birth Fathers
In the majority of adoption literature, birth mothers are mentioned as the predominant loss for the adoptee. While interviewing more than 70 adoptees for a book, I learned that they think about their birth fathers as much as birth mothers.
So why aren’t birth fathers honored? Why aren’t they mentioned? A father is one of the greatest gifts a child can ever have. It is through a father that we learn about Father God.
Here are some of the effects of fatherlessness:
• 63% Subjective psychological problem (defined as anxiety, sadness, pronounced moodiness, phobias, and depression)
• 56% Poor grades or grades substantially below ability and/or recent past performance
• 43% Aggression toward parents
Important features of the subgroup of 32 latency aged girls were in the same order: