In Hawaii, everyone is family. Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, uncle, auntie, brother, sister, cousin. Even if the tie is a biological one, not necessarily a safe assumption that the tie is direct. A brother (bradduh) could be a biological cousin, a family friend, or someone met in the line at Wendy’s four seconds ago. A brother’s dad is your dad, too. A cousin could be a 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, or just a neighbor. And an auntie is literally anyone a few years older than you, no blood ties required, who loves you and you love also.
Point is, depending on when and where you’ve grown up, these familial titles can be perceived very differently. Excusing the generalization, for pretty much everywhere except western America, family is an extremely inclusive term.
In my religion class this week we discussed some more of those verses of scripture that call Christ our Father, and how we are to reconcile that when we know that He is not actually our father, but our brother, and that we share a Father in Heaven. Exhibit A-
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder; and his name shall be called, Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
2 Nephi 19:6, Isaiah 9:6
Honestly slightly embarrassed to admit that I have allowed myself to get hung up on this more than once in my life when it is really so simple.
Clearly there is a lot more depth that can be traversed, but at the roots, for me it is like this (shout out to brother Griffin for connecting dots for me): Christ is justifiably titled Father not by some biological phenomena, but because he loves us with that kind of love. A kind of love that we do not really understand, and the closest thing we have to compare it to is the love of a parent. A father who provides, protects, forgives, heals, and so much more.
Let us love one another