n the morning quiet, I like to read the Bible, write in my journal and sit quietly,
asking God what it is that He and I are going to to today. I know he loves me and he likes it when I call him “abba,” (daddy)
… For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:14-15
When God speaks I write down what He says. God speaks to me in my “mother tongue” saying “You are my son. I love you. I am proud of you.”
Years ago I was mesmerized when my children began responding to Jennifer’s smiles and her voice. Her voice called out to them, beckoning them to respond, to talk with her. They responded. They smiled and giggled and cooed.
We call our first language our mother tongue. There are no father tongues.
Father Ron Rohlheiser says, “Christ came, as God’s incarnate Word, to bring us life, light, and love. This means that Christ came to do what our mother tongue does, namely, to call us out beyond the fear, darkness, and chaos.”