Man! i'm not a good note taker
Yesterday's sermon was one of the best ones i've heard so far. Pastor Mark laid it out very nicely. Last night we finished the story of the prodigal son. We looked at the elder son whom wasn't too happy about the way his dad was welcoming his prodigal younger brother. As I sat there second row center in between Denisse and Tasha. I thought about Cheryl and Glenn. And I thought abut the painting of 'the return of the prodigal son' by Rembrandt Van Rijn. I love that painting, maybe one day i'll be able to afford the 36x48.
In the painting I love the way the father lays hands on his beaten son. I love the faters hands. There is something significant about his hands. They are both different. One is skinny, femenine type and the other is wide and strong. They remind me of God. The way he is like a tender lamb and also like a fierce lion of Judah.
Well, back to looking at the elder son. We were talking about the spirit of resentment that the elder brother was dealing with. Upset at how the younger brother had wasted everything the father had giving him but yet upon his return he was received with great joy. The elder son was dealing with chronic resentment. Feeding his anger, and feeling of superiority over his younger brother. A lot of times we overlook this in other people. And a lot of times we overlook it in ourselves. We turn into these perpetual ungreatful victims stuck in one place.
Another point that we hit was the elders son chronic complaint. By comparing his life to the young prodigal. Screaming at the father how he had worked his entire life for him, and didn't wastfully spent his money on prostitutes. By doing this the elder son was giving a destructive proposition. He wasn't able to be greatful upon the moment of his brothers return and it made his miserable.
And then we have chronic judgement. He loved the failure of his brother. Grinding it in his face.
I can say that I relate to both brothers. There has been times when I have wastefully lived away from the father, and times in which i've been resentful towards others whom I believed didn't deserve what they got. Thankfully my spending eternity with the almighty doesn not depend on nothing except his grace. Am greatful for that.
I've made the comittment to be like the father. I want to be party central when a prodigal returns, and make them feel welcomed and wanted.
Yesterday's sermon was one of the best ones i've heard so far. Pastor Mark laid it out very nicely. Last night we finished the story of the prodigal son. We looked at the elder son whom wasn't too happy about the way his dad was welcoming his prodigal younger brother. As I sat there second row center in between Denisse and Tasha. I thought about Cheryl and Glenn. And I thought abut the painting of 'the return of the prodigal son' by Rembrandt Van Rijn. I love that painting, maybe one day i'll be able to afford the 36x48.
In the painting I love the way the father lays hands on his beaten son. I love the faters hands. There is something significant about his hands. They are both different. One is skinny, femenine type and the other is wide and strong. They remind me of God. The way he is like a tender lamb and also like a fierce lion of Judah.
Well, back to looking at the elder son. We were talking about the spirit of resentment that the elder brother was dealing with. Upset at how the younger brother had wasted everything the father had giving him but yet upon his return he was received with great joy. The elder son was dealing with chronic resentment. Feeding his anger, and feeling of superiority over his younger brother. A lot of times we overlook this in other people. And a lot of times we overlook it in ourselves. We turn into these perpetual ungreatful victims stuck in one place.
Another point that we hit was the elders son chronic complaint. By comparing his life to the young prodigal. Screaming at the father how he had worked his entire life for him, and didn't wastfully spent his money on prostitutes. By doing this the elder son was giving a destructive proposition. He wasn't able to be greatful upon the moment of his brothers return and it made his miserable.
And then we have chronic judgement. He loved the failure of his brother. Grinding it in his face.
I can say that I relate to both brothers. There has been times when I have wastefully lived away from the father, and times in which i've been resentful towards others whom I believed didn't deserve what they got. Thankfully my spending eternity with the almighty doesn not depend on nothing except his grace. Am greatful for that.
I've made the comittment to be like the father. I want to be party central when a prodigal returns, and make them feel welcomed and wanted.
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