A couple of weeks ago, our oldest daughter accepted a new job in Lexington, Kentucky, which required her to move from Knoxville, Tennessee. She called and asked me to help her move. As her dad, I was more than happy to lend a hand, so I drove to Knoxville, and we loaded up a truck and headed north to Lexington.

Upon arrival, I came to understand two things: First, it was the hottest day of the year, and second, her apartment was on the top floor of the building! This was not going to be an easy task.

As I was unloading the trailer, I noticed that I had cut my hand, and it was bleeding slightly. I found a bandage and got back to unloading. The temperature inside the trailer kept rising to the point where it felt like I was inside an oven. I was sweating so profusely that my eyes started to tear up. (Did I mention it was the hottest day of the year?) Then it hit me that this move had cost me blood, sweat and tears.

Once everything was unloaded, my daughter and I, along with several of her friends, moved her belongings up to her new third-floor apartment. (Did I mention it was the tallest three stories in the history of the world? And it was still the hottest day of the year?) To be honest with you, it was one of the more strenuous things I’ve ever done in my life.

Within a couple of hours, we had everything moved in, and we all collapsed on the floor, soaking in the air conditioning. As I lay there drenched in sweat, I realized that throughout the entire exhausting and arduous process, I never once thought about quitting.

How could that be true? It was scorching hot. It was exhausting. It was physically and mentally draining. I felt depleted, fatigued and just plain worn out. Why had I never once considered giving up?

It didn’t take long for me to realize that the reason for not throwing in the towel was that all of this effort was to help my daughter. She needed my help. I love her. I’m her dad, and dads help out their children when they are in need. That’s just what dads do for their kids.

Driving home later that evening with my AC on max, I couldn’t help but think about God’s perspective. He allowed His Son Jesus to go through incredible pain, suffering, humiliation and death. Why? Why would God let Jesus go through all of that? John 1:12 answers that question: “Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.”

Don’t miss this point. If you’ve put your trust in God, you are His child.

So why would God allow Jesus to suffer and die for our sins? Why would Jesus give His blood, sweat and tears on the cross to pay for my mistakes? What motivated God to provide a way for my sins to be erased at the cost of Jesus’ life?

Well, it’s because that’s just what dads do for their kids. Aren’t you glad that we have a Heavenly Father who loves us and is willing to do whatever is needed to help us in our time of need? I know I am.

Michael Kast is campus pastor of Southeast’s Elizabethtown Campus.