
Luke 15:11ff “There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided the property between them. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.”
Did you notice how thanklessly this son takes his share of the estate? He comes to his father and positively lays this down as a command. “Give it to me.” There is no polite request. There is no recognition that he really has no right to any of this before his father passes away.
And how many people don’t take God’s good gifts in exactly the same way? It doesn’t matter what the gift is. It may be money or possessions, but it doesn’t have to be. Whatever God has given–health, talent, family, position–is taken with a sort of “life owes it to me” attitude. And when people can’t have what they want, they sulk around, and the “life owes it to me” attitude becomes even worse.
Then this son takes his undeserved wealth and his thankless attitude, and he travels far from home where he can abuse it all freely. He doesn’t want his father looking over his shoulder telling him what to do with what is now his own stuff. He wants the freedom to do as he pleases. He squanders it all in wild living.
It’s just like the people who want to be free from the shackles of God and religion, and tell the church to mind its own business. After all, it’s my money, and it’s no one else’s business if I want to blow huge sums of it on lottery tickets. It’s my body, and it’s a free country, and I have every right to share my bed with whomever I please. It’s my time, and if I want to sacrifice most or all of it on the altar of career, or prestige, or recreation, that’s up to me. Let the other fools waste it in church or Bible study.
And even if we haven’t wandered completely away from the faith, it’s just like us when we have our own secret sins, the ones we freely indulge ourselves in when no one else is looking, and we feel like we have escaped far away from our Father’s watchful eye, if only for the time being.
When I have been self-indulgent in sin, my Father’s love often comes in the shape of pain or trouble, as it does here. “After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything” (Luke 15:14-16).
Was this a good thing or a bad thing that happened to this young man? So often we fight just to have a “comfortable” life. We don’t want to be too rich or have too much. Life can be fairly simple if only we don’t have too much trouble.
But often we find God’s goodness in the hard life. What if this man had settled down into a comfortable life after his wild living? Sometimes the world’s solutions for problems can put a big enough band-aid on life’s wounds, they can take away the pain of the symptoms well enough, to make a person think they are alright. What if that had happened to this man? What if one of the citizens of this foreign country, away from his father, had really befriended him, had given him a nice job so that he could enjoy a simple but comfortable life? Maybe he wouldn’t have starved, but he might have been eternally separated from his father. Were the humiliation and the hunger really this young man’s problems?
Sometimes life is hard, and we find ourselves grasping at anything to make us feel better. As Christians, we find ourselves begging God, “Take it away! Take it away!”
But what is the Lord doing for us at such times? This young man could have died in unrepentance, died full of himself and full of his sin, eternally separated from God without the famine and the hunger. Maybe we haven’t wandered so far away, or maybe we are already fairly close to our heavenly Father when trouble comes, but still God uses these things to bring us closer to himself.
One of my own sons had cancer and two years of chemo. Another had to have his jaw and skull broken in multiple places and his jaw wired shut to correct a severe issue with his bite. These situations created plenty of misery. I wouldn’t wish this on my sons again, and I wouldn’t wish the worry on our family again. But I know that we found ourselves much closer to our heavenly Father in prayer during those times. Even if sin were the reason my life has become hard, I can be sure that our Father loves me as his own dear child, and only wants to pull me closer.







