{"id":15196,"date":"2022-01-07T00:58:00","date_gmt":"2022-01-07T00:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/?p=15196"},"modified":"2022-01-08T03:37:28","modified_gmt":"2022-01-08T03:37:28","slug":"the-crazy-father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/soul-significance\/the-crazy-father\/","title":{"rendered":"The Crazy Father"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A father had two sons, and one of his sons came to him and said, \u201cDad, I have been thinking it\u2019s time for me to leave and find myself. I need to figure out who I am and make my fortune, my own way in the world. So, I would like you to give me my share of your estate. I will take it now and be on my way.\u201d Remarkably, the father obliged his son\u2019s request, and off he went to make his own way.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There were many distractions for a young man on his own with a pocket full of money, and it wasn\u2019t long until the son found himself neck-deep in wine, women and song. This kind of lifestyle is not without its hazards, and in short order, the son had spent everything he had. Embarrassed by squandering his inheritance, his pride would not allow him to return home, and instead, he looked for work. He found a job tending pigs. It was not a glamorous position for a good Jewish boy, but he was desperate. Things were so rough, and he found himself coveting the pods and other assorted waste being fed to the pigs in his care \u2013 this was a wake-up call.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He knew what he had to do. With his pride long since lost in the pig business, he dragged his sorry \u201chind-parts\u201d home back to his father and brother. He wasn\u2019t looking forward to facing his father, whom he had hurt and dishonoured, but he thought if he could throw himself at the mercy of his father, he might be taken back as a servant. Regardless, he knew it was better than the mess he had made of his life.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The son\u2019s departure had not been easy on the father. To say his heart was broken would be an understatement. Despite the hurt, the insult and the longing for his absent son, the father often found himself looking off down the road his son had left on. On some level, he was desperately hoping that he would see his son return home someday. One day, the father was sitting on the porch, and he found himself gazing down the road; his thoughts turned to his son.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As he watched, a silhouette appeared on the road coming towards the house. The father squinted to see if he could discern who it was that was coming for an unexpected visit. As his eyes adjusted, his heart leapt \u2013 it was his son!\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The father sprung to his feet as he called out to those in his house, \u201cHe\u2019s back! My son has returned!\u201d With that, he bolted from the porch, as only an old man can do, running towards his son. The son saw his father running towards him. His heart rejoiced because he was home, but he was also full of shame and trepidation about how he would be received. Would he be received or told to leave? A shaming lecture? Would his Dad still love him? Regardless, he had hoped he would at very least secure a position as a household servant.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As his father approached, his heart raced and began to pound. The father was within steps of the son, and the son called out the appeal he had crafted with every step back to his home. \u201cFather! I am so, so sorry! I have dishonoured you! I have taken advantage of you and thought I could do it on my own and didn\u2019t need you. He pleaded, \u201cPlease forgive me, please \u2026 just let me be a servant in your house!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The father, as if he had heard none of it, with arms wide open, embraced his son with a well overdue and loving hug. He kissed his son repeatedly. He was thrilled that he was home. The son tried to repeat his speech, but his father was so overcome with joy that he spoke over him to his servants, asking for clean clothes, rings and orders to kill the fatted calf. They were going to have a party!\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

With his arm around the son, they walked back to the house where the son cleaned up. The father stood on the porch grinning from ear to ear. The older son joined his father and asked, \u201cIs it true? Has the reprobate son returned?\u201d \u201cHe has returned. My precious son has returned,\u201d he beamed. \u201cI don\u2019t understand how you can be so happy,\u201d the older brother scowled. \u201cYou have heard of his revolting escapades and how he squandered everything you gave him. Wasted it!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d said the father, the gleam not reduced by a single lumen.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI also have heard from the servants that you are throwing a homecoming celebration. You can\u2019t be serious?\u201d the brother said bitterly.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I am serious! This will be the party of the century!\u201d said the father.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have lost it, old man! You are absolutely crazy! This punk has totally disgraced you, our family name and has ruined his life, and you are throwing a party? Nuts, crackers!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe so,\u201d said the father, \u201cmaybe so,\u201d the grin not leaving his face.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The brother shook his head. \u201cDad \u2026 I just don\u2019t get it. After all that he has done, all the pain and embarrassment, you throw him a party when he returns home in disgrace? What about me, Dad? I have stayed by your side, done what you wanted, served you, honoured you and not once did you throw a party like this for me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The father turned and faced his son with compassion in his eyes. \u201cSon, it is so true. You have been a great son in every way. I have always been so proud of you! I am a little sad, though. I\u2019m sad that you don\u2019t get it. You are my son and have access to everything I have \u2013 the food, the clothes, the jewelry, everything, and it seems now you have lived like you are a beggar!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The brother protested, but the father continued, \u201cIt\u2019s all yours and always has been, but you live like it isn\u2019t. You never embraced your place in my household. It is a poor man indeed who has access to all the goodness of his father\u2019s house and doesn\u2019t realize it. Your poverty is exposed by your jealousy and insecurity in my Love and that you would try to keep your brother out. Receive it freely and share it freely. In this, you will be truly rich. I love you, son. I couldn\u2019t love you any more than I do right now, but your brother \u2026 he was lost, and now he is found. He was dead, and now he is alive<\/span>.\u201d<\/p>\n

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[From my book, \u201cBecoming Love. Avoiding Common Forms of Christian Insanity<\/a><\/strong>\u201d]<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"A father had two sons, and one of his sons came to him and said, \u201cDad, I have been thinking it\u2019s time for me to leave and find myself. I need to figure out who I am and make my fortune, my own way in the world. So, I would like you to give me…","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":15198,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[717,58,99,172,196,207,716,221],"class_list":["post-15196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-soul-significance","tag-amazing-grace","tag-authentic-living","tag-christian-formation","tag-experiencing-god","tag-forgiveness","tag-giving-generosity","tag-gods-love","tag-grace"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15196","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15196"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15196\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iamsignificant.ca\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}