this morning at church, this song blatantly revealed the direction i wasn't going.
to be honest, i don't know if i have ever run back to God. don't get me wrong...i have had plenty of opportunities, but i tend to meander back with my tail between my legs. ashamed and at the end of my rope, i have a hard time thinking that He is happy to see me.
the parable of the lost son in luke paints a different picture and brought tears to my eyes tonight as i re-read the familiar but forgotten words.
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
what if i start anticipating the celebration and not a lecture?
1 comment:
What a beautiful picture... it's too easy to run away! I love the picture of the dignified father picking up his skirt and running towards his prodigal son. What a blessing that God runs after us!
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