We've been walking through the parable in Luke 15 called "The Prodigal Son" through the lens of Tim Keller, who has renamed it "the Prodigal God." I keep reading and reading about this passage of Scripture - its context, the text through other translations, other commentator's opinions - and reading the text again and again.
It's been profoundly affecting.
Events going on in our nation have helped us see we have more of an elder brother problem than an avalanche of prodigals.
Then we've seen the seeds of rebellion and selfishness in ourselves.
But seeing what the father was willing to do to try and redeem his son...
He ran. In fact he out ran the villagers who were coming out to cut his son off permanently. It was a Jewish custom to meet those trying to return home after disgracing the town and dash a clay pot to the ground. The idea was just as that pot was shattered and never to be repaired, the relationships were broken forever.
The father beat them there. In a culture where no man his age would ever run, he ran.
And he'll run to you.
God's love is embarrassingly extravagant.
And it's yours if you'll only accept it.