This morning the Lord blessed my heart and I want to bless yours.
Rembrandt’s, “The Prodigal Son”
I was reading the parable of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15 and was struck by verses 22-24 :
“But his father said to the servants, ‘Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house
and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger and sandals for his feet. And kill the
calf we have been fattening. We must celebrate with a feast, for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found.’ So the party began” [emphasis added].
God’s response to my broken heart, to my confession of sin, to my coming back home from my periodic wandering is not lecture, review or condemnation but an immediate reckless, extravagant expression of grace that covers my shame and affirms my status as his unconditionally favored, forgiven, loved and accepted child. How amazing is God’s grace! Walk, bathe, soak, saturate yourself in it today.
Jason P.
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