When my oldest son was very young (so was I), he occasionally had bouts of diarrhea. On one of those occasions, a co-worker told me to feed him cheese. I knew nothing about babies—or cheese—so I figured it was worth a shot.
That evening, I put Billy in his high chair, pulled a chair up in front of him, and handed him a small piece of cheese. He tasted it and then promptly spit out. I kept giving it back to him, until he got tired of the game and ate a couple pieces. Thinking more was better, I insisted he eat more. By the time the episode was over, both of us were frustrated and angry. I yelled at the poor kid, and made him take another bite. “Eat the cheese!” I said.
He spit out the cheese, leaned forward, and threw up on me.
It’s kind of a funny story, but I use it to illustrate a serious point;
Behold, how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God! For this cause the world doesn’t know us, because it didn’t know him. 1John 3:1