Thursday, August 26, 2010

Come as you are - a gospel call

Listening to Geoff Moore's song and just celebrating that He called me, me a prodigal and one who would rather sell my Father's inheritence to eat with the pigs.  May I celebrate my Father's call to me!  Is he calling you?  Are you listening?

[The Parable of the Prodigal Son]

[11 ] And he said, “There was a man who had two sons. [12 ] And the younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of property that is coming to me.’ And he divided his property between them. [13 ] Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took a journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in reckless living. [14 ] And when he had spent everything, a severe famine arose in that country, and he began to be in need. [15 ] So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. [16 ] And he was longing to be fed with the pods that the pigs ate, and no one gave him anything.

[17 ] “But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my father's hired servants have more than enough bread, but I perish here with hunger! [18 ] I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. [19 ] I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me as one of your hired servants.”’ [20 ] And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. [21 ] And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ [22 ] But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. [23 ] And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. [24 ] For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to celebrate.

The Gospel calls to you and says come, come with your broken heart, shame of sin, the dark blackness of the existence that you sometimes call joy and come to him.  Don't let the sin drown out His call to you, please listen to him.  Cling to Him in faith admitting your sin, he said this to the tax collectors and the Pharisees looking on, he is not a respecter of persons, don't look at your education, your filthiness, your weaknesses, your looks, your money, your connections that contiue to plague you.  Look to the Cross and be saved, look, look, look...

Come as you are
Open hands, broken heart
As you are
Come with your joy
And your pain
With your doubt and your shame
As you are

Prodigal daughters and sons, everyone
All will be forgiven
No matter what you’ve done
And when the Father sees you he will run
No matter how far
Come as you are

Come, please don’t wait
There’s still time
It’s not too late
To come as you are


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