Not Home (A Five Minute Friday on Distant)

Today’s prompt word for the Five Minute Friday Challenge is distant.  With this week being the 50th anniversary of man walking on the moon. I so much wanted to write about that.  I was always fascinated by the whole space thing and thought I could whip out 5 minutes about how people thought at one time that would be impossible.  As hard as I tried, I kept getting stuck so I had to abandon that idea.

I had absolutely no idea where to go with this  so I looked it up in the dictionary hoping to get some direction. I read all the definitions and still had no inspiration so I clicked on the thesaurus link for synonyms. There were words like far, aloof,  and inaccessible but one jumped out at me.  It was not one of the direct synonyms but I noticed not home listed. Not home.  I hadn’t thought of distant in that way.  My son lives in Mississippi and my oldest newly married daughter lives about an hour away and even our youngest who is living at home while she pays off college loans was away this week. Even though they aren’t at home, they are not distant because they each know that they can call at any time with a problem or just to talk. I hope they will always feel close enough to Sherry and I that they will do that.

One of my favorite of Jesus’ parables is the prodigal son.  The son takes what he thinks he deserves, wastes it completely, and is destitute in a distant land.  I picture him laying in that pig pen (about the worst place for a Jewish boy to be) wishing he could eat what the pigs were eating when the light goes on.  Most modern translations say he came to his senses but in this case, I like the way the King James says it,  He came to himself.  He looked at himself and realized that he wanted to go home.  Now comes my favorite part.  When the son is still a long way off, the father sees him, runs, and embraces him.  Of course, the father represents God but I so want to be that kind of dad.  The son had really messed up but his father was never inaccessible to him.  Long Way Gone, a novel by Charles Martin, is a modern re-telling of this story.  The father writes in a letter to his wayward son encouraging him that no matter what he’s done he can always return home.  He writes, “No far gone is too far gone”.

And that’s the way God feels about us.  There is nothing we can do to where we are to far gone for Him.  He is never inaccessible. He is never aloof.  He is never distant.  He is always calling us home into His presence where He waits to embrace us when we come to ourselves.

Luke 15

The Parable of the Lost Son

11 He also said: “A man had two sons. 12 The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the estate I have coming to me.’ So he distributed the assets[c] to them. 13 Not many days later, the younger son gathered together all he had and traveled to a distant country, where he squandered his estate in foolish living. 14 After he had spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he had nothing.[d]15 Then he went to work for[e] one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to eat his fill from[f] the carob pods[g] the pigs were eating, but no one would give him any.17 When he came to his senses,[h] he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired hands have more than enough food, and here I am dying of hunger![i] 18 I’ll get up, go to my father, and say to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight. 19 I’m no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired hands.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father. But while the son was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. He ran, threw his arms around his neck,[j] and kissed him. 21 The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight. I’m no longer worthy to be called your son.’

22 “But the father told his slaves, ‘Quick! Bring out the best robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger[k] and sandals on his feet. 23 Then bring the fattened calf and slaughter it, and let’s celebrate with a feast,24 because this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!’ So they began to celebrate

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by boucherpye on July 19, 2019 at 10:29 am

    Not home. I like that synonym – it’s evocative, isn’t it.


  2. This is a great post! I love that part of the story where the father runs to meet the son, and the reminder it gives that God does the same for us.


  3. I’d thought myself a prodigal,
    a fallen Christian, loving war,
    when suddenly a now-dead pal
    asked, “Dude, what are we fighting for?”
    It’s an easy question for a merc
    who enjoys the way he earns his pay,
    but in my answer died a jerk,
    and was born a follower of The Way.
    We kill to save the big-eyed young,
    cute, almost, as a setter pup,
    from the evil they were born among,
    and maybe, then, they can grow up.
    My mate was blown up as he slept,
    and I think, then, that the Almighty wept.

    #1 at FMF this week.


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