Everyone, I have the great privilege of guest posting for Chris Morris today. He is husband, dad, Christ-follower, CPA by day, and a creative. He wrote a post, How Climbing Cliffs is Nothing Like Forgiveness, in which he shared a dream.
This post sparked some thoughts in me.
What follows is an excerpt of Prodigal Brother:
The Prodigal Son. The story of a young man who received his inheritance, and promptly wasted it on a profligate lifestyle. He squandered his blessings on wine, women, and song. He at least finally came to his senses, there in the hog pen, and decided to go home.
Thinking all the while that he was no longer worthy to be called his father’s son. What he failed to account for is that once a name is given it cannot be taken away.
Meaning that just because we sin does not mean we are no longer a part of the family. Does this mean we should sin? As Paul said, “God forbid.”
What it means is that we, like the Prodigal Son before, serve a God Who runs. Make no mistake: His love is always there, but somehow when we turn around (repent) God gallops to us with arms wide open. Even when we still have the stench of hog on us.
Please visit Chris’s blog to read the rest. While you’re there, stay awhile, kick the tires, read his work. He’s a great writer.