Luke 15:20
“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 story of the prodigal son is really a classic to
many Christians (as I believe). Here, I could picture a very loving father who
accepted his son in spite and despite of his son’s mistake and abandonment not
just of his family but maybe even abandonment of his responsibilities. I will never forget the
drama. The scene will always stay not just in my mind but even in my heart: A
father who waited for his son, believing that he will come back; a son, who
felt guilty and sorry, the willingness to come back. There’s the excitement,
the longings of their hearts. But the best thing that touched me is when the
father had compassion, hugged and kissed his son with out even asking, “What
have you done?” or “Why did you come back?”
In my Christian life, I had never thought I would be
like of the prodigal son. Before, I thought I am the older brother, who has
been always obedient to my Father in heaven. But my story didn't finish that
way. There came a time I chose to disobey God. I rebelled against Him and ran
away from Him. I thought that this world can give me the satisfaction I’m
looking for. I was drawn to sin. I thought doing what I want to do will make me
happy, but why am I crying? The people who I chose to be with were the people
who left me and judged me.
But how can God, after I disobeyed Him, after I disowned
Him, forgive me and accept me with out any condemnation? How can He embrace me
again? How can He love me with out remembering my sins? Tears, just tears…no
words expressed my gratitude to my Father.
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