The Prodigal’s Father
As believers we are most likely familiar with the parable about the prodigal son (LK 15:11:32). The son demanded his share of his father’s estate, the equivalency of declaring his father dead, only to journey off into a distant country where he lived a foolish and frivolous lifestyle. Eventually, he spent all his inheritance and came to the realization that even the servants in his father’s house had it better than he now had it. He then returned home and was accepted with open arms and a kiss from his father, and they all lived happily ever after. This parable has been taught and expounded upon from the view point of the son whom left, and the son who stayed with his father, but I would like to show you something more about this beautiful story. I would like to share with you the prodigal’s fathers view point.
I recently experienced this parable from a different perspective than ever before. I had always seen the parable of the prodigal son from the son’s perspective for indeed I have been a prodigal son much of my life. However, the Father had another lesson to teach me and I hope you learn it too.
About five years ago my wife and I were walking home from teaching a Christian singles group at a neighborhood coffee shop when we spotted a tiny orange kitten trying her best to escape the grabby little hands of three boys. One of the boys quickly grabbed the cat, wrapping his hands around its abdomen from behind, and chaotically ran back in the house, closing the door behind them. We sighed at the poor little kitty’s distress and to the fact we both wanted to rescue that orange tiny kitten from those wild-acting boys.
About six months later, the family, which had the tiny orange kitten, moved out and left the little orange cat behind. As fate would have it, the tiny orange cat found its way to our home, which is only two doors down from where we originally spotted those boys tormenting the little orange creation. We just happened to be in our backyard that day, when suddenly, a hungry, tiny orange malnourished cat came walking into our lives. It was her! It was the tiny little orange kitten we had seen six months prior, two doors down. We quickly grabbed her up and took a closer look. We discovered she had been physically abused by those boys because she didn’t like having her abdomen touched. She will try to bite you if you do even to this day. We also discovered that tail had been broken at the base of the tail. She was malnourished and underweight for her age. She was barely alive. She got her name when the granddaughter saw her orange color but couldn’t pronounce the word “Orange”, but she could say “Oince”, so the named stuck ever since, Oince.
Recently, another cat came into her yard which resulted in a fight between the rogue cat and Oince. Since Oince is small, I often go out to run the offending intruders away. Oince always feels so brave when I am out in front of her scaring away the evil intruder. Well, last Tuesday, I heard cats fighting near the den window, so I went out with a flashlight in hand and ran a black cat out of the yard. However, Oince ran out from under a pepper plant with sheer terror in her eyes. I could see it on her face! I said, “Oh no! She thinks I attacked her.” I tried to console her with a soft voice, but she would have none of it. She apparently had received some wounds from the other cat during the fight. Somehow, in the traumatic events Oince got confused and believed that I was the one who attacked her. She climbed over the backyard gate and left. We saw her the next day in the neighbor’s yard but when we tried to examine her she wanted to bite and then she slipped away. She was gone.
Over the previous six months, the Lord had shown me in several dreams that Oince would leave us and that she would be driven out of her yard. The very yard she loved and had flourished in for five years. The night before the cat fight happened I was given a dream that showed she was about to leave. I just didn’t know that it would be because of me. My heart was broken as I saw her walking down the sidewalk towards the direction she had originally come. She would not respond to our calls. As the dreams had shown me, Oince had left us.
We had given her the best of care. When ill, or wounded from a cat fight, we made sure we took her to the veterinarian for treatment. We always fed her a good nutritious diet, put a collar on her, and have rigged up an insulated box with a heating pad inside, for her to sleep in during the cold winter nights. We had given her our love, our care, but now it didn’t seem to matter now. She had left it all behind.
The weather had turned very cold with nightly temperatures below freezing which made searching the neighborhood looking for the little orange cat all the more important. I was just hoping to get a peek of her so I would know she is still alive and perhaps bring her home.
Then the Father spoke into my heart and said, “Do you feel the pain I feel when my children leave me after all I have done to love them, care for them and give them all that is mine? Do you feel what it’s like to get blamed for the bad things that happen to people in the world when others do them harm although I am innocent of harming anyone?” I carried His words inside me for days pondering the parable of the prodigal son.
Oince returned early Sunday morning after being gone for four days. She was weak from being hungry, dirty and cold, but at least she was alive and we were excited to see her. Cats, when afraid or wounded, will into hiding because they feel vulnerable, sometimes dying where you never can find them. We fed her and kept her inside in a pet carrier overnight due to the cold night outside and to make sure she rested. When morning came we fed her, opened the door and out she went to potty. Afterwards she climbed over the gate and left us again. The very yard she loved to lie in the sun in and patrol as she was a big jungle cat protecting her domain. Once again, she walked down that sidewalk, disappearing from our view but leaving our hearts torn and our souls unsettled.
Again, I saw the Father repeating the lesson to me of the prodigal son from the Father’s point of view. I never realized nor thought about His heart when I left him many years ago as a young Christian and blamed it all on Him when a preacher disciplined me, blaming me for not keeping the deacon’s children quiet during Sunday school. The walls of the church were so thin you could hear every classroom in the building all at the same time. I did my best to keep the boys under control but they were just unruly boys. The one the pastor should have been speaking with was deacon who spawned those creatures. I blamed God for what the preacher did to me and left that church and didn’t won’t anything to do with God.
Many years past and eventually I repented, and just like the prodigal son had found himself in a horrible place in life, so did I. I returned to God, filthy, torn, and corrupted in just about every way. He accepted me back with open arms and had to wash me over and over again to get the filthy, dirty world off of me. We walked together and I lived before Him daily but once again offense would come my way. “Blessed is he who does not take offense at Me.” Luke 7:23
A few years previous, the Father began to show me revelation about the harlotry of the church system. How vulgar and evil it is to God for His children to be caught up in a relationship to a system instead of being in relationship with Him. I posted these revelations on the Seer of God website and they were read by my pastor, who in turn showed them to my employer and shortly afterward I was let go from my employment but not before they made it very personal. The Father showed me in advance things the pastor would do and say, even the timing of it, but knowing that didn’t lessen the pain of being betrayed by someone you had trusted and served. The reason he did what he did are dark and hidden in his heart except to God. Revelation can be a terrifying thing for any established religious person. The Pharisees killed Jesus because He was a threat to their livelihood. The revelation I had been given and too many other saints of the harlot church system remains a threat to today’s religious system.
“Then I heard another voice from heaven saying, “Come out of her, · my people, lest you share in her sins, and lest you receive her plagues;” Rev. 18:4
I didn’t want it to go down like it did. I tried every way to avoid hurting anyone but the pastors and my employer wouldn’t have it that way. The religious will stop at nothing to protect their livelihood just as the mafia will eliminate anyone who gets out of line. I found myself corned in their ambush meetings, vilified, shunned, betrayed, and quickly let go from my employment all because of what I wrote about the harlotry of the church system. AGAIN, I found myself ousted from the church system.
I let the pain of it cause me to pull back from the Father. One morning in quiet time He asked me a question. “Would you still recommend this walk to someone?” I couldn’t answer Him because I didn’t feel like I could recommend this walk to another soul on earth. I asked Him, “Why did it have to go down like it did?” He responded only with, “Psalms 23:4.”
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me;” Ps. 23:4
Those words spoken in Psalms 23:4 began the healing process. Even though it was ugly in the valley and some of the darkest of days in my life and for my family, the Almighty was telling me that He was there with me through the entire matter. He had forewarned me in several dreams that they were going to do what they did but it was still so painful to walk through. Whither we like it or not God orchestrates our circumstances both big and small. If He will allow His Son Jesus to be bruised how can we expect to live a painless life?
I never thought about how His heart felt in the matter. Then Oince, that little five pound ball of orange fur, got in a scrap with another cat and blamed me for hurting her. She left us after loving her with all our heart; after all we had done for her. The backyard, which she had lived in so happily was now amazingly empty and the window sill she hopped onto daily now silent of activity.
I repented to my Father of hurting His heart. I embraced the Father once again. I had forgotten who I am created to be in Christ. He is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords and that makes us kings and lords (sons) of the MOST HIGH on this earth. Just be before midnight, I walked out into the backyard that she had formerly occupied and spoke as a king, as a lord, as son of the living LORD. I declared the problem; “Lord, Oince is wounded in soul and body and she blames me for what happened. I have done nothing but love and care for her. She belongs in her yard to live out her days as long as we are here.” Then I spoke the blessing out loud, while standing in the backyard. “My herd is blessed and my flocks are blessed and I call Oince back to me. I call her back to her yard where she is to live and prosper. I call her back with her wounded soul healed and with total restoration of our relationship. Amen”
The next morning, Thanksgiving Day, before I awoke I saw in a dream Oince lying in her backyard, resting in the sun with her eyes closed. I walked past her and she no longer ran away from me. I awoke so happy because of the beautiful dream I had just experienced. Later that morning around 8:30 a.m. my wife and I were standing in the den looking out the window where Oince always jumped up on the window sill. Suddenly, Oince appeared but not like the days before, she had a frisky demeanor and by the expression on her face and we knew immediately, God had restored her to us. She was back to stay, although weak from days without food or warmth, she was back. Our troubled souls immediately settled for the first time in nine days. Our Father had done a miracle for Oince and us. He is the God of Restoration!
What a life lesson I had to walk out nine days of a pain like I had never experienced before. The Father wanted to me understand how much it hurts Him when people blame Him for their pain, when bad things happen to them, especially the pain caused deliberately by others. I had to feel the hurt of the pain when someone you loved turns against you and leaves you when you done nothing but love and care for them. We truly are made in His image. If our hearts can hurt and indeed they can, then so can God’s. I hurt God!
5 Then the Lord saw that the wickedness of man was great on the earth, and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. 6 The Lord was sorry that He had made man on the earth, and He was grieved in His heart. Genesis 6:5
“…In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” John 16:23
“strengthening the souls of the disciples, encouraging them to continue in the faith, and saying, “Through many tribulations we must enter the kingdom of God.” Acts 14:22
The Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32)
11 And He said, “A man had two sons. 12 The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the estate that falls to me.’ So he divided his wealth between them. 13 And not many days later, the younger son gathered everything together and went on a journey into a distant country, and there he squandered his estate with loose living. 14 Now when he had spent everything, a severe famine occurred in that country, and he began to be impoverished. 15 So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. 16 And he would have gladly filled his stomach with the pods that the swine were eating, and no one was giving anything to him. 17 But when he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have more than enough bread, but I am dying here with hunger! 18 I will get up and go to my father, and will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in your sight; 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me as one of your hired men.”’ 20 So he got up and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. 21 And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ 22 But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; 23 and bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; 24 for this son of mine was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.’ And they began to celebrate.
25 “Now his older son was in the field, and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 And he summoned one of the servants and began inquiring what these things could be. 27 And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has received him h back safe and sound.’ 28 But he became angry and was not willing to go in; and his father came out and began pleading with him. 29 But he answered and said to his father, ‘Look! For so many years I have been serving you and I have never neglected a command of yours; and yet you have never given me a young goat, so that I might celebrate with my friends; 30 but when this son of yours came, who has devoured your wealth with prostitutes, you killed the fattened calf for him.’ 31 And he said to him, ‘Son, you have always been with me, and all that is mine is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and rejoice, for this brother of yours was dead and has begun to live, and was lost and has been found.’”