I love that movie. It definitely has questionable morals, and I don’t condone them, but what I love about it is that it shows love in many of its different forms. Through family, brothers, sisters, parents, children. Through friends. Through lovers.
But the scenes that stick with me, that really give me that warm fuzzy feeling inside, are the scenes in the airport. Tons of people waiting with eager anticipation for their loved ones to step off the airplane and into their arms. That sense of missing someone for days, weeks, maybe even months or years at a time.
This holiday season (I still feel like calling it “break”), I have a lot to be thankful for. (another post on that later) And this holiday season, probably more than any other, I’d visited a number of airports. I spent hours in layovers at airports. I’ve had my fair share of traveling time in the past (my dad worked for United), but I rarely, if ever, saw those scenes where there are just crowds of people waiting with hushed breath searching face after face to see that one person step out of the gate.
This year was different though. After spending 2 days in airports trying to get home, I finally arrived at good ol’ O’Hare. Our plane had been delayed a good hour or two, and as I stepped out of the gate and into the waiting area, I saw a family. Not swarms of families, just one family. A mother, a daughter of about twelve, and a son around three or four. Suddenly, the daughter runs past me screaming “Daddy!”, and a quick glance behind me reveals their embrace. But it’s the little boy that really gets me. He stands still for a moment. His eyes get so big, so round, and he just whispers it–“Daddy.” And he too, takes off running into the arms of his father.
I don’t know why it sticks with me. Maybe it’s just that their love is so pure, and their only motive is to greet the father that they love, the father that loves them. The longing and anticipation that they had, and the welcoming embrace that they had been waiting for.
Takes off running into the arms of his Father. The safest, most loving, accepted place to be.
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” And [Jesus] took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them, and blessed them. –Matthew 10:14, 16