I know, you probably think this is about the fact that I haven’t posted in such a long time.  And yes, for that I truly am sorry.  No excuse except the fact that I work full time, and still have a husband, a teenager, and a pre-teen living at home.  We are done with wrestling season, finally, but are in the middle of band, soccer, and end of  school year activities.  I do have several posts started, I just need to finish a little research on them, and I will post again soon, I promise.

But that’s NOT what this post is about. It is much deeper than that. You see, I have been reading and studying the parable of the lost sons from Luke 15:11-32. I have always looked at that parable as a great story of  how God loves us no matter what we do and will always welcome us with open arms when we admit our need for him.  And it is, because he does.  But I never gave much thought to the second part of the parable. When the younger brother  is welcomed home, the elder brother  throws a little ‘tizzy fit’.  He doesn’t think it’s fair.  He, the elder brother, stayed behind, took care of the family farm, worked hard, never did anything wrong…and yet a party was never thrown for him to celebrate what a wonderful son he was. Funny thing is, at the end of the parable, he is still outside the party, refusing to go in and enjoy himself.

I’m afraid that’s how I have acted my entire life.  (Even during the portion of my life I was acting a bit more like the younger brother did.) I was raised with a very strict sense of right and wrong.   Unfortunately, I have used my moral guidelines to judge everyone else by.  Whether I know you or not, I have probably judged you at some time.  It has been really brought to my attention in multiple ways the last few weeks how bad I am at that.  So, I apologize.  Just because you think differently than I do, does not make you a bad person. And it most certainly does not make me more deserving of anything. God created variety for a reason and I believe it is my duty and privilege  to accept that.

When my oldest son got engaged to a girl I barely knew, I told him that I could see that he loved her very much, so therefore I loved her.  Now they’ve been married almost 2 years. I know her a bit better, and I still adore her. I believe we should maybe broaden that perspective a bit.  The Bible tells us that God loves ALL of his children.  What would it take the next time you meet someone  you don’t see eye to eye with, to accept and love them just because you know that God does?  It is my sincere prayer that  when we meet, you would feel nothing but love.  And I will have the privilege of knowing you better because I’m not prejudging you according to my own belief system.

If you would like to know more about the book I have been studying along with the Bible, it is called The Prodigal God: Recovering the Heart of the Christian Faith“; by Timothy Keller Don’t let the title scare you away.  Prodigal means recklessly extravagant, having spent everything.  God has been recklessly extravagant with his love for us, and the least we can do is to reflect it.