Pero tú, oh YHWH, eres escudo alrededor de mí; eres mi gloria y el que levanta mi cabeza. sa

Monday, February 8, 2010

Through the Eyes of a Prodigal

As parents, it's our job to raise our kids and teach them the ways of life, the foundations of faith, and so many other things. It seems to me lately, though that I'm learning a lot through listening to my children.

I have one child whose faith is strong, although like anyone else she has her share of struggles, and through her I'm learning that many times I need to close my mouth and listen more (that one's a little difficult for me.) Then,I have one child who, at this point, well I just call him my handsome blue-eyed prodigal. It is through his eyes that I am learning just how so many unbelievers view those of us who profess to be Christians. See, my boy point blank asked me, "Why would I want to be a Christian? I treat people better than most Christians do." And the sad thing is, I had no answer. I simply told him, "Son, I'm proud of you, and I'm proud of the character that you've shown." That was a startling revelation to me as to how he's looking at things and why he's made some of the decisions he's made. See, he didn't arrive to where he is overnight. There was a combination of life circumstances, combined with personal choices that created the disbelief. No amount of scripture quoting and preaching from me or anyone else is going to change it. But seeing Jesus...Seeing his arms really reaching and His heart really loving through His people...That will, yes it will, one day, along with a move of the Holy Spirit; that will captivate his heart. His watchful eye is stopping first, on my doorstep. I am daily having to examine myself, and work on shortcomings that in themselves may be a hindrance to bringing my boy back home. I worry every time I get frustrated and lose my temper, or come across harsher than I mean to that I'm pushing him further and further I pray for patience and I pray for longsuffering and wisdom in punishment and setting limits.

If it weren't for this stage in his life, maybe I never would have been convicted of some of the things I'm feeling such a strong conviction on now. So yes, my prodigal is growing my relationship with my Father and he doesn't even have a clue. You see, it is through him that I'm realizing how short I'm falling. It is through him, that I see how important it is for those of us who call ourselves followers of try to act more like Jesus and have more of a servant's heart, a heart of compassion.

Jesus said to them, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."

Sometimes I believe I get so busy being a "Christian" that maybe I forget I was once a sinner, unforgiven myself.


Becky said...

Christ is the role model to emulate, not "good people". People will always fall short; they aren't perfect. People can never be 'good enough' for God which is why we have His mercy and grace in the first place. While we are to strive to the higher calling of holiness, we always fall short. In fact, God uses our imperfections to "grow us" in the faith. If not, there would be no need to forgive one another.

daniellelong4582 said...

I agree that Jesus should be the role model to emulate but unbelievers aren't going to use Jesus as their role model...they don't know Him. How do unbelievers get to know Jesus? Through believers. You are right that people will always fall short but shouldn't we strive to be more like Jesus? Jesus didn't make people feel lower then him. He loved them....ALL of them. We are going to screw it up and that's ok but I think it's time for believers to realize that we aren't any better than unbelievers.

Allan Mills said...

Melanie . . . just catching up on reading your blog and this entry is profound in its insight and conviction. Very thought-provoking and moving. Thanks for sharing your heart for your son and what he's teaching you. Praying for both of you. Allan

Karen said...

This really touched me...prodigals are a passion of mine...praying for yours....