Every day a father craned his neck to look toward the distant road, waiting for his sons return. And every night he went to bed disappointed. But one day, a speck appeared. A lonesome silhouette stood against the crimson sky. Could that be my son? the father wondered. Then he caught sight of the familiar saunter. Yes, that has to be my son!
And so while the son was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him (Luke 15:20). It is remarkable that the family patriarch did something that was considered undignified in Middle Eastern culturehe ran to meet his son. The father was full of unbridled joy at his sons return.
The son didnt deserve such a reception. When he had asked his father for his share of the inheritance and left home, it was as if he had wished his father dead. But despite all that the son had done to his father, he was still his son (v.24).
This parable reminds me that Im accepted by God because of His grace, not because of my merits. It assures me that Ill never sink so deep that Gods grace cant reach me. Our heavenly Father is waiting to run to us with open arms.
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Very lovely post!
Good morning, Mayor, and thank you for today’s sustenance for body and soul. Wonderful message!
Have a great week.