Friday, May 16, 2014

The Pure Heart





The Pure Heart
“Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends”
Luke 15:29

John wiped his brow as he removed the yoke from his oxen team. They had plowed long and hard today.
“Someday I’ll own all of my father’s estate. That’ll be something to celebrate. My idiot brother will have no part…I’m glad. He was Father’s spoiled little boy. He got everything he wanted and in the end he took what he wanted and was gone. Good riddance! I don’t care if I ever see him again.  But Father just keeps looking down the well-worn path.
 Let him go, I tell him. Let him rot in hell. He deserves it. After all…squandering your inheritance on harlots?”
John patted the heads of his oxen and made his way home.  Was that music he heard? What in the world?
“Hey John, your brother is home. We just killed the fatted calf. It’s Time to party.”
“This isn’t fair! Dad, are you crazy? This is the boy who lived like a heathen. What about me? I did everything right. I was no slouch, no bum. When is it my turn?”
“Where is your mercy Son? Your brother has humbled himself. Turn him away after such a broken heart? I can’t do that. God won’t let me.”

And so we see two boys. One did everything right but his father never had his heart. That was all he truly wanted. The heart he saw was a proud one.

 The other, full of sin, begged for mercy and a tender father saw a heart that was broken a heart that was pure. It was all  Father ever wanted.   Not perfection—not a flawless
slate—but a perfect heart…a pure heart.

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