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'I will arise and go to my father ...' Luke 15:18
Swot up on the story of the lost son (Luke 15:11-31). Read it? Good. Now the father in the story would do anything to have his lad back with him, but he doesn't send a search party to kidnap him back. No, the choice has to be the son's. God doesn't force his agenda on us, as if we're his prisoners of war, or helpless subjects of a dictatorship. He empowers us to make our own choice. The son realised living in a pig-pen is no life at all. He came to his own realisation.
What about you? You were born for greatness not the pig-pen; have you realised that yet? Have you also realised the grass isn't always greener? The son should never have been in the pig-pen in the first place. His choices landed him there. Dad seemed too boring, home seemed like a bunch of rules, all work and no play. Surely, he thought, there was a better life on the outside, far away from his father's estate. That's what had driven our prodigal a thousand miles from the warm log fires and sweet smells of Sunday roasts at home.
What about you? Does it feel like you're a thousand miles away from where you should be right now? The reality is you're just a prayer away from God's outstretched arms.
written by Bob Gass
'I will arise and go to my father ...' Luke 15:18
Swot up on the story of the lost son (Luke 15:11-31). Read it? Good. Now the father in the story would do anything to have his lad back with him, but he doesn't send a search party to kidnap him back. No, the choice has to be the son's. God doesn't force his agenda on us, as if we're his prisoners of war, or helpless subjects of a dictatorship. He empowers us to make our own choice. The son realised living in a pig-pen is no life at all. He came to his own realisation.
What about you? You were born for greatness not the pig-pen; have you realised that yet? Have you also realised the grass isn't always greener? The son should never have been in the pig-pen in the first place. His choices landed him there. Dad seemed too boring, home seemed like a bunch of rules, all work and no play. Surely, he thought, there was a better life on the outside, far away from his father's estate. That's what had driven our prodigal a thousand miles from the warm log fires and sweet smells of Sunday roasts at home.
What about you? Does it feel like you're a thousand miles away from where you should be right now? The reality is you're just a prayer away from God's outstretched arms.
written by Bob Gass
