Growing young in His arms
When I was a
baby all I know is to cry. As I grew up, knowledge grew and I desired to
explore more. I was willing to leave my father. I asked for my share of his
properties and went to a land where I can explore to fulfill my own dreams,
find myself and prove that I’m already a man , that I can do things on my own.
As moved farther away from home, I saw what this world can only give. I learned things and ways and many secrets
that I really wish I did not know.
All the
money that I have was now in another person’s pockets – bar owners, casinos,
cigarette vendors and men who claim to be my friends – and they were gone. They
knew me no more. Have I really given everything just to gain nothing in the
end?
I remember
my father’s house. I realized that it has been such a long time since I had
left home. Thoughts came to my mind: will my father still take me in, even just
as his servant? Will he still forgive me for all my sins?
I decided to
go back to my father’s house. As I am approaching the road, the only road to
home, head down, staring at each inch of the road that I take courage to step
on toward home, I felt a warm embrace envelope me. It was my father. I am in a
state of shock that before I could say anything, he had already said, “Welcome
home my son. I have been waiting to see you home again. Come, I’ll have our
servants prepare a banquet to celebrate this day. He took me to our house. I am
once again Home.
I wondered
“what it was that made me wait so long?” But I wonder even more about “what
kept Him waiting for me all that time? Was His love so much stronger than my
foolish pride?
This is a retelling of the prodigal
son’s story inspired by the song Growing Young by Rich Mullins.
Our Father
in heaven still waits and watches down the road to see the crying boys and
girls come running back to his arms, and be growing young. Yes. Our running
away from Him has made us old – hard, proud, learned with the ways of the
world. Coming home to him brings us back to who we are and who will always be -
His precious children, dearly loved.
- - Nonoy, 26
Bicol
*Pray wit Nonoy as he helps facilitate Bicol NT orientation and joins goes with one of their 2 teams.
Listen to the song GROWING YOUNG that spoke much to Nonoy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAkl02Gfch0
