Luke 15:11-32
I love the story of the Prodigal son, I think we all do really. It’s a story for the common man. The sons are so relatable. Its almost like we are one and then change to the other and then back again but the happiest medium is a balance in between.
The part I relate to the most is probably the prodigals walk home. I feel like I have been there a million times. You know you’ve messed up, you’re rehearsing your story and you’re scared to death.
If it were a scene in a movie the sky would be dark, the wind would be blowing and the son would be wrapping his arms around himself to escape the bite of the cold. Dreary, damp and depressing. Walking through it all based on the smallest glimmer of hope in his fathers forgiveness.
After a long walk then IT happens. As he is nearing the fathers house he is spotted. Is this a good thing or a bad one. Will he be welcomed or shunned. As the father approaches he doesn’t even give his son the time to give his speech. Wrapping his arms around him the father shows his pleasure over his sons return. The sun comes out, the temperature warms and light, heart warming background music plays. The son is Home.
I love those father son moments I have with God. What a welcome feeling of the fathers love!
