ESPRESSO SHOT: The Bleeding Heart of a Father

God is not a Father who waits coldly at the door for His wandering children to find their way home. He is the Father who goes looking. His love is not a quiet affection, but a holy fire that refuses to be content while even one child remains lost. He pursues us through the dark places of our own making, calling our name beneath all the noise, not because we have earned His search, but because we…