Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Welcome to Day 275 of our Life Journal!
Before you comment or read what I have posted, please read the following passages for yourself and complete your own S.O.A.P. exercise… How does this work?
S.O.A.P = Scripture, Observation, Application, Prayer
I have read the passages… will post SOAP later today. Scott
Zechariah 13:7b, “Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered…”
Zechariah 14:12, “This is the plague with which the Lord will strike all the nations that fought against Jerusalem: Their flesh will rot while they are still standing on their feet, their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths.”
Psalms 147:15, “He sends his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly.”
Luke 15, the lost sheep, lost coin and… the lost son…
18 “I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.”
As the son begins to recite his rehearsed speech to his father…
“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.”
(Notice he didn’t get to finish??)
22 “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. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.”
Once I got over the images of rotting flesh, eyes and tongue from Zechariah…
I took note that the son didn’t get to finish his speech… in Luke 15.
I took note that the son didn’t get to finish his speech… the part about “I am no longer worthy to be called your son… make me like one of your hired men.”
That wasn’t gonna happen.
He was his son…
And the father made the point with his son by giving him a robe, a ring, sandals and then throwing him a party.
The truth is, he wasn’t worthy to be called his son… But it didn’t matter.
He was his son.
Nothing could ever change that.
Even after squandering his inheritance (wealth) on “wild living…”
Just let this sink in… I am his.
Nothing can ever change that…
I love, love, love the story of the Prodigal Son. But it should really be called the Prodigal Son’s FATHER. (I know that “lost coin, lost sheep, lost son” has a nice ring to it… but the story is about the father, not the son.
It’s all about how the father is looking… waiting for his son to return.
And how the older brother responds to his return…
I love how the father responds to his older son… “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'”
YOU are ALWAYS WITH ME… and, EVERYTHING I HAVE IS YOURS.
We have to celebrate!
I wish I could describe how this stirs me deep inside…
I think this is just amazing… “Everything I have is yours!”
And the younger brother is welcomed back into the same… covenant… agreement.
And the same applies to me.
And to you!
Thank you Lord that I am yours. I am forever yours.