Prodigal sonsPosted by Debbie on Sunday, November 25, 2012 11:28 amI've just returned from church with red, puffy eyes from crying. My pastor preached on the Prodigal Son. He emphasised that we should all associate with that son. Frankly, I always associated with the older son. I was never really a prodigal. I have and still do sin, as do we all. I was a good girl growing up. I never did drugs or smoked. I never got in trouble. I tried to learn from other people's mistakes instead of making them myself. As a result, I just find it hard to put myself in the prodigal's shoes. Now I am the mother of a prodigal son. I love my son dearly and would gladly die for him. I want desperately for him to return to God and to repent of his ways and to come home. I miss him terribly and would love to see him again. The bible says you should train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it. This is a promise I cling to. I am trying to understand my son. I want to understand his point of view and why he makes the choices he makes. It's just that what he does and what he's told me seems so foreign to my experience and mind set. I want him to understand that even though I want to understand him, it does not mean I condone some of his actions or life choices. folks today think that to tolerate is to understand. However, tolerance really means to condone. As a Christian, I cannot condone sin, even in myself. I can understand that we are all human and we all sin and fall short of the glory of God. But that doesn't mean we should embrace sin or wink at it. we need to turn to Jesus to give us a new heart and make us a new creation that does not want to sin. We may stumble and fall into sin, but we should never seek to jump into sin with both feet. So, if my son reads this, I just want him to know that I love him and pray for him all the time. I want him to come home, but he needs to return to Christ first. In the prodigal son parable, the son repented first and then went home His father was looking for him to return, and so am I looking for my son to return. I look forward to the day when I , too, can prepare the fatted calf for the celebration of my son's return.
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