“There is an old Roman story which tells how a Roman Emperor was enjoying a triumph. He had the privilege, which Rome gave to her great victors, of marching his troops through the streets of Rome with all his captured trophies and prisoners in his train.
The Emperor was on the valedictory march with his troops. The streets were lined with cheering people. The tall legionaries lined the streets’ edge to keep the people in their place. At one point on the triumphal route, there was a platform where the empress and her family were sitting to watch the emperor go by in all the pride of his triumph. On the platform with his mother, there was the emperor’s youngest son.
As the emperor came near, the little boy jumped off the platform, burrowed through the crowd, dodged between the legs of a legionary and ran out on the road to meet his fathers’ chariot.
The legionary stooped down and stopped him swing him up into his arms: “You cant do that boy” he said. “Don’t you now who is in that chariot?” That’s the emperor. You can’t run out to his chariot,” he said. The little boy laughed. “He may be your emperor,” he said, “but he’s my father.”
This is exactly the way we should feel towards God. The might and the majesty and the power are the might and the majesty and power of the one whom Jesus taught us to call Our Father.” (Daily Study Bible Series, Matthew’s Gospel, Vol. 1, p. 203.)