Delight lies at the core of heart and mind. At the core of all that is.

Deep within a father’s soul—even the father whose face is stone, whose heart is ice—yet, without doubt, deep within lies the spark of the child he has begotten, his innermost delight.

Within the child lies that spark as well. Perhaps even more dormant and still—without even a flicker—yet softly it burns.

One spark awakens. The other resonates, bursting into flames.

The Master of All sits in judgment over His world. He awaits the moment His children will call Him “Dad.”

When they do, that spark below awakens the spark above, the innermost delight. Life is renewed.