The other day I picked up this little book at a sale, and thought the retelling of this story was interesting......
We can't see the face of the son; it's buried in the chest of his father. No, we can't see his face, but we can see his tattered robe and stringy hair. We can see the mud on the back of his legs, the filth on his shoulders and the empty purse on the ground. At one time the purse was full of money. At one time the boy was full of pride. But that was a dozen taverns ago. Now both the purse and a pride are depleted. The prodigal offers no gift or explanation. All he offers is the smell of pigs and a rehearsed apology. "father, I have sinned against God and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son." Luke 15:31
Though we can't see the boys face in the painting, we can't miss the fathers. Look at the tears glistening on the leather cheeks, the smile shining through the silver beard. One arm holds the Boy up so he won't fall. The other holds the boy close do he won't doubt.
"Hurry!" he shouts. "Bring the best clothes and put them on him. Also, put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get our fat calf and kill it so we can have a feast and celebrate. My son was dead, but now he is alive again. He was lost but now he is found. (Luke 15:22-24)
Gaze at this painting and be reminded of your God. It is right to call him Holy, we speak truth when we call him King. But if you want to touch his heart, use the name He loves to hear. Call him Father.
love the story! love to feel the fatherly love! I had a GREAT Dad! Hope my sons can feel my love. And THE FATHER'S Love. Thanks for this story!!
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