Hello All,
Today’s poem has been adapted from one of Timothy Keller’s bestselling
book entitled ‘The Prodigal God’.
This poem I have written is a really long one as it has 20
stanzas so I’m splitting it into Part 1 until 5.
You might think that I have gotten the title wrong as this
parable is commonly known as ‘The Prodigal Son’, not ‘The Prodigal God’ but I
will reveal the reason Timothy Keller renamed this parable as ‘The Prodigal
God’ in Part 5.
The Prodigal God: Part 1 (Luke 15:11-13)
By Joanne Liaw Sook Ling (20th June 2012)
There was a man who had two sons
The story begins with the younger one
Who demanded a share of his estate
His father he regarded as good as dead
His father’s name he placed at stake
He would get his land at any rate
So sure was he that it was no mistake
To tear his father’s life for his own sake
The father acquiesce his son’s demand
His land he divided between his sons
Not withholding what belonged to him
Graciously gave in to his younger son’s whim
The younger son gathered his wealth and left home
He set off to a distant country to roam
He drifted away from his father’s teachings
Plunged himself into wild frivolous living
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Points for
Reflection:
Like the younger son in this parable,
·
Have you, at certain points of your life, left
God, our heavenly Father, for worldly pursuits, entertainment and/or pleasures
in your quest for self-discovery, thrill and/or meaning in life?
·
If you have not outwardly forsaken the Christian
faith, are there times when you are tempted to?
·
Do you sometimes find walking closely with God
restricting on your freedom to live life your way?
·
Are you at times only interested in the material
blessings which you can get out of God and could not care less about loving and
pleasing him as your heavenly father?
·
If you have answered yes to any of the questions
above (which I’m sure all of us would have), just take some time to talk to God
and ask him to soften your heart, return to him and live the way he wants you
to live.
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