In desperation, the son's thoughts turned to his father's servants. " They were at least enjoying enough bread to keep their bellies full and here I am about to starve to death. I will go back to my Father's house and ask to be one of his servants; then at least I will be able to have food." He was going to have to swallow his pride if he wanted to have a life. He would plead to his father for mercy, telling him he was sorry, that he was no longer worthy to be his son and beg for favor to become his servant.
So, he packed what earthly belongings he had left, and headed back towards home, ready to surrender his pride and arrogance and recognize that what he learned and the love he had felt was truly worth more than all the lies the world offered up to him. He had finally gained wisdom and listened intently to his inner voice, that Love that he was trained up on. He was hoping he could just have a tidbit of that love back. Would it be too late?
His Father was out and about and saw something out of the corner of his eye, someone approaching that walked with such a familiar gait. "Could this possibly be my long lost son?" He dropped what he was doing and took of running with a fury towards this person, his heart filled with more love and longing, more so than the pain in his arthritic knees, for he had thought his son was dead. When he approached his son, he grabbed him and smothered him with kisses and hugs.
This long lost son was in awe of his father. He tried to hold his dad back for he was also embarrassed by the smells that lingered of his trials and travels, of pigpens and sweat on the only clothes he now owned. "Dad. I screwed up; I know how much I have disappointed you and God too. Can I just work here as one of your servants?"
But the Dad would have no part of that silly request. He quickly made arrangements for a huge party, gathered the water for his son to enjoy a nice bath, got him some new clothes and gladly welcomed him back; accepted, refreshed and forgiven. Together the family celebrated the Prodigal son who "was once lost but now is found." (Luke 15:32).
If we are at all familiar with this story, we know it is a picture of Jesus, welcoming back his wayward sons, those who have known the Love of the Father at one time, but have chosen a different path only to find it leads to emptiness, anger, disappointments, frustrations and lonliness.
Some of us still have sons or daughters who are making choices outside the Word of God. As parents, we continually hold them up to the Lord in prayer. When my second son was born, the day after Christmas, I chose to decorate his room in a "penguin" theme. Since then, penguins have become even more popular, starring in their own documentaries and Disney movies. They seem to be very popular this week on videos.
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As Christian parents, we listen to God's Word from Proverbs 22:6 which tells us to
"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it."
Always remembering our adult children are just that...adults, free to make their own choices whether we like some of their choices or not is often difficult when they still live at home. We just keep loving them and praying for them. (we were the same way, right?)
Eventually, some fly away remaining in grace and do well, some leave to experiment with new ideas and philosophies, some even become democrats..(lol)...and hopefully some return to the teachings of their youth. For those that return, God has a special outing planned for them, one they just could not attain on their own. Secure once again in grace, buckled in with a promise, and gliding on His Spirit through life, God will steer them in the right direction; our ever present prayers giving lift to our hopes. We as parents may not have as much patience, but God quietly waits for the return of His own wayward sons; for He longs be the wind beneath their wings, soaring to heights unimaginable.
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Tell me about your own Prodigal.