Our young daughter has a silly game she plays with my husband. She yells, “I’m Papa!” while pointing to her chest. My husband responds, “No, I’m Papa!” to which she responds, “I’m Papa!” and so on until she’s laughing too hard to continue. We love cultivating her blossoming sense of humor.
Not-so-funnily enough, my daughter’s silly game is one we dangerously play with God. It’s all too easy to read Psalm 100:3—“It is he who made us, and we are his,”—and think, “Yeah, yeah. I know that already.” Yet daily we point to our chest and yell, “I’m Papa!” In so many ways we express independence from God. In so many ways we have forgotten that love made us.