a Love Story – isn’t He Worthy? – February 27

a LOVE STORY
February 27, 2021

isn’t He Worthy?

Revelation 5:1-5, ‘I saw in the right hand of Him Who was seated on the throne a scroll written on the inside and on the back, closed and sealed with seven seals. And I saw a strong angel announcing with a loud voice, “Who is worthy [having the authority and virtue] to open the scroll and to break its seals?” And no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth was able to open the scroll or look into it. And I began to weep greatly because no one was found worthy to open the scroll or look into it. Then one of the elders said to me, “Stop weeping! Look closely, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has overcome and conquered! He can open the scroll and [break] its seven seals.”’ (AMP)

The Master, Creator of heaven and earth, looked out over the landscape of His creation, a sigh that shook the world escaping His lips. There was once a son who had everything at his fingertips, a good home, a promising future, a loving father. But he awoke one day and realized all the pleasures and amenities he held in his hands were strung like an albatross of boredom and monotony around his neck. He craved more; so much so that he was willing to throw it all away in order to fulfill his fantasies with reality.

He surely had an inheritance due him, so the son approached his father. He could barely stand the look on his father’s face as he demanded his blessing. The father gave it, although reluctantly, sadly, handing his son an envelope he had watched increase in value for all the years. He raised his hand in farewell as his son stepped onto the wide path that led to life. “Call if you need anything,” he murmured as his son disappeared from sight.

The boy rarely thought of his life back home nor his father. The world was a playground he had been missing out on for years and he felt cheated. He had so much time to make up for! The party was wild, the friends endless, the desires hypnotic. Orgies flowed like wine and lasciviousness languished and it was one giant celebration.

Until the well of money ran dry. The friends too like the funds dried up, and the boy saw the forecast of fair-weather friends grow stormy right before his eyes. If he could no longer provide the party, the people went elsewhere; to invitations where he was no longer included. Rejected, dejected, he sold himself for a penance, but even that could not replace the thoughts that now plagued him, of what had been and what might and should have been. And now what was. He remembered home, and memories of his father ran through his mind like a sad movie, and with sorrow, he thought, “Maybe I could at least return there and be like a worker on my father’s land so I could at least be near him again.” No one here would miss him, nor did they even recall his name any longer.

The boy walked for days on dirty roads, sleeping in bar ditches, hunkering himself against life’s storms. His heart was very heavy within his chest as he practiced in his head the forgiveness speech he would repeat to his father when he eventually had the opportunity. When he was still a long way off, however, the father saw him, and recognizing him as his own, he began running to his son, his arms held open wide. The boy opened his mouth to beg forgiveness, and the father instead placed a kiss upon his son’s lips, and declared, “Come! Let’s celebrate! You were lost and now you are found. You were dead to me and now you are alive.” And on his finger, he placed the family ring, and around his shoulders, he wrapped his royal robe, and together they entered through the narrow gate that few find unless accompanied by their Father.

With rapt attention, the Father arose from His throne and walked to the edge of heaven, cupping His eyes. From a long way away, He watched the tiny speck on the dusty road come closer. At once, He grabbed His robes up in His fist and took off, running, His heart in His other hand. He yelled my name, “Daughter!” I stopped wandering, trying to read the expression on His face, but He motioned me to come to Him as He kept running, His arms opening wide to the heavens, and I jumped inside. Encircling me with His love, His grace and forgiveness, I buried my face in His chest, the tears drowning my guilt and assuaging my shame.

I am Daughter and I am finally home. And this is my love story.

During the month of February,
come with me as we JOURNEY through
the greatest LOVE STORY ever written.