THE FATHER’S FEAST

Lk.15:21-24 – But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet; and bring the fattened calf, slaughter it, and let’s eat and celebrate; 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.

The stories Jesus told were filled with revelation and life. The parable of the Prodigal Son is a story for the ages; it never gets old. The Father’s compassion and mercy displayed to the wayward son really describes the ministry of Jesus. That is what Jesus was doing in His ministry; He was looking for the prodigal sons. I love the part of this parable when the son is walking down the road toward home wondering what kind of reception he would receive. When his father saw his son he began to run to greet his son. No explanations or discussions, he met his son with kisses and hugs and the great celebration began. Here is how Matthew Henry describes the feast that the Father threw for his son.

“He came home hungry, and his father not only fed him, but feasted him: “Bring hither the fatted calf, that has been stall-fed, and long reserved for some special occasion, and kill it, that my son may be satisfied with the best we have.” Cold meat might have served, or the leavings of the last meal; but he shall have fresh meat and hot meat, and the fatted calf can never be better bestowed. Note, There is excellent food provided by our heavenly Father for all those that arise and come to him. Christ himself is the Bread of Life; his flesh is meat indeed, and his blood drink indeed; in him there is a feast for souls, a feast for fat things.”

There was an unexpected embrace; the father’s robe, the earnest ring of this new life, the shoes of promise, and the gospel feast of celebration. This is exactly what happened to each of us when we came back home. The Father loved us and poured His amazing blessing and promises on our lives. Today, the celebration continues. The fields are white and the prodigals are coming home. Let’s join in the celebration and welcome His long lost children.

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