The Elder Son’s
Inheritance
“Now his older son was in the
field. And as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. But
he was angry and would not go in. Therefore his father came out and pleaded
with him. So he answered and said to his father, ‘Lo, these many years I have
been serving you; I never transgressed your commandment at any time; and yet
you never gave me a young goat, that I might make merry with my friends. But as
soon as this son of yours came, who has devoured your livelihood with harlots,
you killed the fatted calf for him.’ And he said to him, ‘Son, you are always
with me, and all that I have is yours. It was right that we should make merry
and be glad, for your brother was dead and is alive again, and was lost and is
found.’” –Luke 15:25,28-32
The prodigal son is a picture of the
person who has broken fellowship with God, but what about the elder son? He was
upset. He’d stayed home with the father and worked in the fields while his younger
brother had wasted his inheritance through riotous living. Now his brother had
returned home, and his father had gone out of his way to prove his love for his
younger son, clothing him with luxurious clothes and killing the fatted calf
for a celebration feast in his honor. (vv. 22,23.)
Sometimes Christians feel like the
elder son. They see God miraculously heal a backslider who doesn’t have an
ounce of faith. This proves to the backslider that believers get upset and say,
“Why did God heal that person? I’ve never been backslidden, but He didn’t heal
me.”
In essence, this is what the older son
said. He had worked and been faithful, yet he’d never had a big celebration
held in his honor. But the elder son could have whatever he desired at any
time. His father told him, “Son, all I have belongs to you!” And your heavenly
Father is saying the same thing to you.
CONFESSION:
Because I’m a child of God,
everything my Father has is mine. Healing is mine. By faith, I accept my
healing now!
From: A
Devotional for Divine Health Prescription for a Miracle, Mark Brazee, 1999
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