The Prodigal Son: A Deep Well of Wisdom

Discussion in 'Doctrinal Discussions' started by Brother_Mike_V, Sep 8, 2017.

  1. Most of us have heard of, have read, get the meaning of the 'parable of the Prodigal Son':

    A: The 'Father' represents Christ/ God
    B: The 'Younger Son' is one who rejects the Father and returns with a changed heart
    C: The 'Older Son' follows the Father in obedience but lacks a true 'heart; for Him

    We typical associate the younger son with a lost or back-sliden soul and the older with someone who thinks they are "saved" through works, the law, or religion.

    I propose that the Younger Son also represents the 'New Testament Church' and the Older Son also represents the 'Old Testament Church'.

    Thoughts?
     
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  2. #2 FrankLee, Sep 12, 2017
    Last edited: Sep 12, 2017
    The law vs the new covenant. The younger son the born again, and Holy Spirit baptized Christian serving God from the heart. The older son the laws of Moses, the old covenant whereby men serve God not from the heart but only in the letter of the law, not the spirit.

    This poem was given me by the Lord many years ago.

    Coming home

    by Frank Lee Jennings


    My journey worn by time and deeds
    Weary of harsh and violent lands
    Worn by ways of grasping man
    Mostly tired of me, at the end of me
    Completely tired of me

    Learning though, oh how I’ve learned
    Adventures? Not what I imagined
    Daydreams have fallen far behind
    They’ve now become another kind
    Exercising myself to erase them

    Simple things I used to mock
    raise themselves to meet me
    Hearth and home, love and kin
    Far from the stain of my past sin
    I run toward what I threw away

    Going home, back the way I came
    Home to the heart glow
    Back to the kingdom without fear
    A fountain place of cleansing tears
    Will he turn me away? I fear.

    Can it be? I wonder while walking
    Is there yet a place for me?
    Familiar hills come into view.
    childhood places that I knew
    Close to where I started

    Years gone by could they yet dream
    that I’d be coming home again?
    just the same as I draw near
    As when I left that ancient year
    Only better and brighter and cleaner

    Who rushes now to meet me
    and throws himself upon my bosom?
    My father weeping, offering grace
    His graying head against my face
    Our tears mingling as they flow

    He leads me into his house
    The servants laugh and smile
    Just as though I'd never left
    And father had never been bereft
    Of his wandering, foolish son

    A servant sets another place
    a table spread by Father's grace
    Friends and loved ones seated there
    the servant brings another chair
    And sets it next to my father

    A prodigal came home today
    knowing home's where I belong
    so gives my heart a constant song
    My father loved me all along
    My father loved me all along


    In simplicity at face value is the best way. We can read many lessons from the story.
     

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