Years ago, on my first day at Kibbutz Dovrat in Israel, I was walking across the lawn to find my newly assigned room. Off to my right a young boy—probably 4 or 5 years old—shouted to a man who was walking ahead of him, “Abba, Abba!”
It was my first chance to hear a native Hebrew speaker use this intimate expression of loving dependence towards his father. It thrilled me as something I knew from my own experience of the triune God’s love but had never heard in audible words.
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