so after I read what my friend wrote I asked God to tell me more, this is what He told me.
The prodigal guy-he went out and partyed. First of all I wonder if his dad knew before time that his son was going to sqaunder it all, I think maybe he did but he loved him so much that this must have been the time that he determined something in his mind.That something was this- He was determined that his love was going to be unconditional. I think that he was waiting for his son to return as he watched his sons back leave from home. He was waiting with such anticipation, he had to of because when his son did return there was no hesitation on the fathers part to welcome him back. So when the son is out and about living to the hilt his father had to of heard about it. Word must somehow of gotten back to the family, cause his brother knew. However, the father did not let condemnation come into his mind about his son. He choose to see him as perfect and with out fault. Ok, the guy is in a mess-literally…I wonder what went through his mind. He had to have seen himself- he saw the filthiness, he smelled the stench, he had to of known that this was the bottom of the bottom. He had to have been thinking about how much he wanted to go back,but how could he ever?! He must have also known that the word had gotten around-it had to of reached his father. How he must have struggled with the very thought of going back. As he was walking back thoughts must have been torturing him-condemnation overwhelming him. He was, in his mind, so unworthy. Maybe if he could just go back and offer himself as someone that would not be connected with the family, he could serve-work-he would never consider calling himself his father’s son. All the sudden he is thrown out of this mindset as he is engulfed by two strong arms…words try to come out-he tries to plead, No! I know where I have been, I know what I have done..I know who I should be considered now. Yet here is the other side of it- his father has been waiting, watching- all with anticipation. (its like waiting for UPS to drop off a package you have been knowing will come-ok maybe it’s a lot more than that J) He knew his son would return. He ahd been straining his eyes-just waiting to catch a glimsp of the form of his beloved son. He sees him-the joy and energy that must have overcome him! He takes off full speed(at least that’s what I picture) goes to embrace his lost son. He knows what has happened, yet he is giving his son a new identity-he throws a robe on him-a robe of righteousness. How it works is that our old selves are putrid…the only way we can be considered holy and blameless is this- when we have a new identity put upon us. The son had an identity all picked out, he thought it was the only way to come back-yet when his father put on that robe HE was determining his sons new identity. He was proclaming to every one that his son was to be considered without fault. That is what HE does for us-he knows where we have been and even where we are, yet when the we run home to him he covers us with his robe-our identity is now determined by Him-he says we are and so therefore we are. I think it also has to do with the three amigos…they all worked together in unison and perfectly.
Basically that is what can be put into words but it so so much more than that…
The prodigal guy-he went out and partyed. First of all I wonder if his dad knew before time that his son was going to sqaunder it all, I think maybe he did but he loved him so much that this must have been the time that he determined something in his mind.That something was this- He was determined that his love was going to be unconditional. I think that he was waiting for his son to return as he watched his sons back leave from home. He was waiting with such anticipation, he had to of because when his son did return there was no hesitation on the fathers part to welcome him back. So when the son is out and about living to the hilt his father had to of heard about it. Word must somehow of gotten back to the family, cause his brother knew. However, the father did not let condemnation come into his mind about his son. He choose to see him as perfect and with out fault. Ok, the guy is in a mess-literally…I wonder what went through his mind. He had to have seen himself- he saw the filthiness, he smelled the stench, he had to of known that this was the bottom of the bottom. He had to have been thinking about how much he wanted to go back,but how could he ever?! He must have also known that the word had gotten around-it had to of reached his father. How he must have struggled with the very thought of going back. As he was walking back thoughts must have been torturing him-condemnation overwhelming him. He was, in his mind, so unworthy. Maybe if he could just go back and offer himself as someone that would not be connected with the family, he could serve-work-he would never consider calling himself his father’s son. All the sudden he is thrown out of this mindset as he is engulfed by two strong arms…words try to come out-he tries to plead, No! I know where I have been, I know what I have done..I know who I should be considered now. Yet here is the other side of it- his father has been waiting, watching- all with anticipation. (its like waiting for UPS to drop off a package you have been knowing will come-ok maybe it’s a lot more than that J) He knew his son would return. He ahd been straining his eyes-just waiting to catch a glimsp of the form of his beloved son. He sees him-the joy and energy that must have overcome him! He takes off full speed(at least that’s what I picture) goes to embrace his lost son. He knows what has happened, yet he is giving his son a new identity-he throws a robe on him-a robe of righteousness. How it works is that our old selves are putrid…the only way we can be considered holy and blameless is this- when we have a new identity put upon us. The son had an identity all picked out, he thought it was the only way to come back-yet when his father put on that robe HE was determining his sons new identity. He was proclaming to every one that his son was to be considered without fault. That is what HE does for us-he knows where we have been and even where we are, yet when the we run home to him he covers us with his robe-our identity is now determined by Him-he says we are and so therefore we are. I think it also has to do with the three amigos…they all worked together in unison and perfectly.
Basically that is what can be put into words but it so so much more than that…
