God's people are doubly His children. They're His offspring by creation and sons by adoption in Christ. So they are privileged to call Him, "Our Father in heaven." Father—what a precious word. It holds authority. "If I am a Father, where is my honor?" If you're sons, where's your obedience?

Here's affection mingled with authority: an authority that doesn't provoke rebellion, an obedience given eagerly and joyfully. God's children should serve Him with loving obedience. Don't act like slaves to a harsh master, but follow His commands joyfully because they are your Father's. Offer your bodies as instruments of righteousness because it's your Father's will, and His will should be your will.

Father—here, a king's majesty is wrapped in love. His crown is less noticeable than His face, His scepter is no longer iron but mercy. There is honor and love. A father's love is immense. What friendship can't do and mere kindness won't attempt, a father's heart and hand will for his children.

They are His, and He must bless them. They're His children, and He will defend them. If earthly fathers watch over their children with constant care, how much more does our heavenly Father? Abba, Father! Those who say this utter better music than angels.

There is heaven in the word "Father." It contains everything I need and desire. I have all I need for eternity when I can say, "Father."