What’s in a story that grabs
your attention and won’t let it go? Is it drama, action, intrigue, or someone
else’s rebellion? Perhaps it’s comedy, romance, or war? Who knows why we as
people are such an interesting bunch, but we are. My son is one of those
interesting people with a story. He’s one of those prodigal son stories minus the
inheritance up front.
As my son grew up, he wanted
nothing more than to move from the grade school era into the junior high bunch.
He wanted out of childhood, why, I don’t know? He was a fun kid that always wanted
to hang with big kids. At church he wanted a way into the “youth group.” He was
already going to most of their activities, though they weren’t many. Why? My
wife and I were the volunteer youth-leader/ pastors. So, he just got to ride
along and have fun.
Wednesday’s kid’s group was “too childish” for him, or so he thought. And, he wanted to move up! Well, eventually
he did, and then rebellion set in. I don’t know why I didn’t see the early
signs and seeds. I don’t know why we went down a road so filled with pot holes
that you couldn’t go around them; you had to go through them. Why really doesn’t
matter. For our Fathers hand guides the
path of His children and His word is the light for that path (Ps 119 all of
it!).
I’m distracted now, so I’ll
get back to my son in a minute or so. Read all of Psalm 119 in one sitting and
it’ll ware you out its long! But, if you do, pray along the way, and meditate
on the words; of you do you can see things you never would. Especially think on
how David closes out this huge Psalm. David over and over again tells us how
beneficial God’s word is and how he (David) has set God’s word in His heart
that He might not sin against God. But then David goes back and forth; why, because
he does sin against God, even though God’s word is there urging him not to sin.
Ultimately, David just cries out for mercy. Read the “Taw” ending verses of this
acrostic Psalm. After all David’s praises of the merits of the laws and commands
of God, he ends with this:
“I have strayed like a lost sheep.
Seek your servant,
for I have not forgotten your commands.”
Psalm
119:176 NIV
Though knowing the goodness of
God’s love and God’s commands, David, “strayed like a lost sheep.” Well, my son
did too. I could tell plenty of my own story and its wayward moments, but this is
not about me. But, I will say this. What
I did in small, he did in large. I was passively rebellious, he was direct. That’s
enough to set the picture.
At twelve my sweet little boy
rocked my world by stealing our van and running off with an older girl! As extreme
as this event was, it was the beginning of sorrows. How could this happen! How
could I have been so blind!
Was I too busy with work,
study preparations, and activities that I just missed it? Yes, but I didn’t
know it. Why? I had just had my first major back surgery, was going to school
full-time, and working. My work consisted of being a group-home councilor for
troubled teens and operating a vending machine business. This was not to
mention our time involved with the church youth kids and oh yeah, being a
parent. It seemed I let that one slip through the cracks. Add to that an ever
increasing usage of opiates to keep up with an ever growing pain helped set a
stage for disaster.
Well, I created Frankenstein
and didn’t know it. Combined together my son and I wore our family apart. Yet,
by the grace of God, it survives and will one day one again thrive.
Simple right? Everyone has
one of these stories right? I’m finding out more and more some do and some don’t.
Some problems we create in this life, others we’re born into. Time would escape me to go into all the
tragic episodes that resulted from my son’s prodigal experience. I made huge mistakes
that drove my son that away and didn’t even know it. And, it was not for a lack
of understanding God’s word and trying to live out God’s word. Some might say,
well it was hidden sin, or something like that. Well, I’m sure I sinned plenty
and repented plenty. I provoked my son severely and lead him to discouragement,
something fathers are warned not to do. But this was after he was heading down
the wrong road, not before it.
Before all these mistakes, I
made a fatal one. We, my wife and children and I took in a foster child. Yeah,
we though we were doing right. We prayed, at least I did. We asked our pastors.
We even took our time. Our family took in an older teen that ended up without a
family--even a foster one--by chance or was it chance? I don’t know any of
that, but I know James says tells us true and undefiled religion takes care of orphans
and widows, in their time of need.
But the problem was that the
child was older than ours. He had more baggage than ours, at least at that
point. And the teen had too much influence over our child and I didn’t realize
it. It took hind sight to reveal that. But, regardless soon events spiraled out
of control and my prodigal, God’s prodigal was wallowing in a pig pen. Details don’t
matter save one. Like the prodigal of Jesus story, he came back! Yes to our
family and more importantly, to the family of God. He became my brother in
Christ, not just my son.
He came to mind tonight
because his birthday’s coming again!
“I can have no greater joy than to hear that my children are following
the truth.” 3 John 1:4 NLV
I may write a part 2 about my son and his transformation. It's publication here will need his approval. I cut to the end too soon.
It will be a while.