When I tell my five young kids I love them, they shrug and say, “I know, Dad.” But they don’t. They believe it, but they hardly know it. I cannot hug them tight enough. I can’t say it loudly enough. I can’t express it often enough. I have blessed frustration at being unable to communicate to them how precious they are to me. If that is true on a human level, from a sinful father, what must God’s love be like at a divine level, from a blazingly holy Father?
