Day 200 – Worthy?
On: May 19, 2015 | By: SWLadmin
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So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. Luke 15:20-24
I am like the son. I rehearse what I am going to say in advance. Clearly (see yesterday) he had practiced and fine tuned his speech to his father. He was quite clear, in his own mind, that he had blown it, big time, and had forfeited any right to be welcomed back as part of the family he had spurned. His behaviour had shown that he was not worthy. And, of course, he was quite right.
His father, though, had others ideas. And it is heart wrenching to read what happened. The father was ready and waiting, full of hope, for his son to return. What must have gone through his mind whilst his son was away? How did he feel about the rejection he had experienced? But the sight of him coming up the road triggered a wave of compassion, an outpouring of love for his son; a love that the worst of behaviour could not break.
And, as I read the story, there’s a powerful sting in the tail. The son was part of the family, not an outsider trying to gain access for the first time. He is a believer, already having accepted God’s grace, but having grown weary of the blessings of family life, he wanted a taste of the dark side.
Have we been there? Are we in that place right now? Surely, like the son, it’s a one way ticket; too hard to return to the fold? Am I still worthy of a place? Will I be welcome?
The father ran to the son, threw his arms around him, kissed him, gave him a brand new suit, a signet ring to show he belonged again, and threw a lavish party.
Does that answer the question? I think so!
Father God, your grace, your mercy is as marvellous as it is astounding. I praise You and pour out my love to You – in return for Yours. May any who have slipped away from Your arms, know that they have but to turn to see Your eyes of love gazing into theirs. Thank you for welcoming me home. I love You. Amen.