Archive for February 5th, 2008

Luke 15

The last half of Luke 15 is probably one of the most highly known stories that is in the Scriptures.  It is the story of the prodigal son.  It starts out with a son who is focused on me: “I want right now what’s coming to me”.  That is how he approaches his father to demand his portion of the inheritance.  Sounds a whole lot like what we hear every day all around us, and if we are honest, maybe even a bit how we are.  At least I fall in that category somewhat regularly.  What can I get for me?  I want what is mine now.  The father gives it to him and he goes off and uses all of it up right away – ending up as a farm hand slopping the hogs.  Having done that myself, not a great lifestyle of the rich and famous.  This guy was in the mud with hungry hogs and hungry enough to want to eat what he was feeding them.  But then he comes to his senses and decides to go home.  Check out how his father reacts: “When he was still a long way off, his father saw him”.  His dad never gave up hope that this young man would come home.  The father runs out to greet him and orders his servants to treat him royally:

1.       Clean set of clothes

2.       Family ring on his finger

3.       Sandals on his feet

4.       Get a grain fed heifer and roast it

We know the story must have occurred in the Heartland because that is where all the good grain fed beef are.  J  The father “ordered a feast – barbecued beef” and they stop what they are doing to celebrate.  The other son, who had remained home working for his dad is upset at the hoopla for this brother that had left him behind to do the work.  But the father says it so well – “He was lost, and he’s found”.  What a picture of how God looks at us today.  He allows us to have free will – to choose how we will relate to Him and what He wants.  But He waits longing for us to come back so He can greet us and call us His son.  Are you running from God?  Are you a prodigal son of the true Father?  If so, now is the time to return home.  He is waiting with open arms to love you back.  He never gives up on us.  Go home!

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