“Daddy can fix anything!” is the common sentiment of my daughters.
Toys. Bikes. Plastic hair clips. Boo-boos.
They have this magical hope that anything that is broken can be fixed and restored. However misplaced this seems in our “adult” minds, to them it simply is true.
They have seen glimpses of this magic happen in the past. Their favorite toy breaks and they begin to cry, thinking it is beyond hope and repair. It is now worthless, useless and hopeless. But then Daddy comes along and says, “Let me take a look at it, give it to me.” He gently holds it in his hands, rotates it this way and that, with his eyes focused. A gentle push here, a snap there, perhaps a little bit of glue and the toy is magically fixed! It works again. They look up at Daddy with eyes of wonderment and thankfulness, then run off to play again.
And then something else breaks, and Daddy fixes it. Again and again this happens.
Things without worth are given worth. Useless things become useful. Things that are beyond all hope exclaim hope.
I think this is why I love this quote about forgiveness so much: “Forgiveness is the answer to the child’s dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again, what is soiled is made clean again.”
But somewhere along the short line of our adult lives we lose this dream. We lose the hope of the greatest miracle: that you and I and strangers and loved ones can realize we are forgiven and be restored to full health and beauty. We sit there holding our broken lives in our tiny hands with tears, not realizing the power of forgiveness.
And so we don’t seek forgiveness. We don’t give forgiveness. We don’t receive forgiveness.
And the dream dies in our heart and we are left broken and continue breaking those around us.
Perhaps God wants us to hear and see and realize the dream once more, just like my kids? That forgiveness really can restore all things and all people. That indeed:
Daddy can fix anyone.