Do you ever read a passage of Scripture and find that, unlike every other time you’ve ever read it, you finally get it? It can be a verse in the Bible that you know back and forth, could recite from memory, and love to talk to others about. But one day the Spirit opens your eyes to it in a whole new way.That was today for me.
In college, being the genius religion major that I was (LOL), I was taught by several professors that a parable is defined as: “an earthly story with a heavenly meaning.” I have never had a problem with the earthly story part. I love to read stories. Stories help me to understand something that if you just explained it to me I may not have understood. However, it was always the heavenly meaning that I forgot to apply when attempting to properly interpret Scripture.
Today I was so candidly reminded of the need to remember the heavenly meaning when reading the parables of Jesus. Take the prodigal son, for example. It is a story that is engraved in my brain. I know exactly how the story goes. I know the who, the what, the where- you get my point. Problem is, as I was thinking today, the Spirit impressed upon me that I always forget that God is the Father in the story. I am so quick to forget that this parable is an example of our natural tendency to stray from the Father. Isn’t it amazing how we can read a story so many times and not get it?
I am thankful to God for revealing more of Himself to me today. It is a little embarrassing that it had to be with a story as familiar as the prodigal son, but I am thankful none-the-less. I myself have been a prodigal daughter to my Lord and I can look at this story now and see the beauty of being restored to the Lord without hesitation or delay on His part. What an awesome God we serve!
As I spent time today reflecting on the dark time in my own life that I spent in outright rebellion to God, I am reminded as well of the prodigals who find themselves in that same situation today. My heart grieves for those persons as I can remember that time of wandering and the pain it entailed. It is still vivid in my mind and will probably forever serve as a reminder to never go back there. The Lord’s chastening and His rebuking were so real and the consequences for those sinful choices still affect me today. My prayer for those who have left their First Love is that they will not wait one second longer to run as fast as they can back into the arms of the Savior. When I think of the time I spent away from Him, it literally pains me. I would never wish it for anyone else.
In conclusion, can anyone relate? Does anyone else have any “God smacked me over the head with that verse” moments? Feel free to share. I would love to hear!