Sometimes
the voices scream at us.
“Run
away. Escape.”
“You
don’t need to put up with this.”
“Have
it your way.”
“The
old man is daffy.”
“These
rules are stifling my creativity.”
“I
want to be free.”
“Leave
– prove your worth.”
“You
can handle life on your own. You don’t
need these constraints.”
“Go
do what you want.”
“Man
up.”
It’s
like we’re the prodigal son or daughter all over again. We want what we want, when we want, and
nobody is going to tell us any differently.
And
perhaps, we leave, or have left. Perhaps
we’ve stomped out, either physically or metaphorically, and the slam of the
door behind us still rings in our ears.
The
distant land calls to us. It appears
appealing, inviting, it’s exactly what we want.
And
so, we run away.
We
are free to choose, you know. We can
leave. We can pursue other options. We can just up and leave any time we want.
And
if we do … the one who loves us more than we could possibly understand still
misses us, still longs for our return, still looks for us.
That
is the amazing and never-ending love of God almighty.
"The
great mystery of the story of the prodigal son is this: I am loved so much that I am free to leave
home." (Philip Yancey)
And
God the Father is always looking for us.
His arms are outstretched, longing to welcome us back, and He wants to
whisper in our ear – “You are my loved one.
Come home to Papa.”
Running
away sounds exciting at first; the exhilaration of escaping the bounds that
bind us, the breath of freedom with the jingle of coins in our pocket. That is good stuff, or so we think.
And
remember this … if the rub of the road is too much to bear, if we fall flat and
can’t get up, if we long for the Father’s embrace, we CAN go home again.
~For
He waits for us.
~He
longs for us.
~He
is ready to receive us back.
And
the big one …
~HE
LOVES US!
The
call remains: “If we confess our sins
and wrong doings, God is faithful and will forgive our sins, and wash us clean.”
John
1:9 (PMB Paraphrase)
If
you’re going to run, go for a run into the big arms of God. They are strong enough to catch you.
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