Hey guys!
Yesterday was okay. Haha. After seeing that video I was just doing more of the same and then at like 1:20 my mom asked me if I wanted to share about what I had been doing recently. Without getting into a super long story, God has really been teaching me about the Parable of the Two Sons (aka the Prodigal Son).
Recently, I've been reading Tim Keller's 'Prodigal God' about the parable and how God is so Prodigal. Wait, what? lol. Redefine Prodigal: 'recklessly extravagant, having spent everything'. The book focuses a lot on how both sons are actually 'lost'. Neither wants the father, but just the inheritance, but they go about it in two very different ways. The first, the younger son just straight out asks for the inheritance before the father passes away. Basically "I wish you were dead already so I could have my inheritance". So he gets the money and goes off living as he wants, spending it all. The other brother stays at his father's house and works hard everyday, sticking to all the rules, 'never' doing anything wrong. This would lead to his inheritance once his dad passes away.
Both were focused on the things and stuff, the money they would get, not on their relationship with the father. In both cases the father needs to go to the son. As the first comes back prepared to ask to be a slave (since they were fed better than the job he had found) the father runs to him and embraces him before he even says a word, and invites him back with his best robe and a feast with the fattened calf saying "for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found". The other brother is mad and doesn't go in so the father goes out to him, begging him to come to the feast. But the parable ends.
Does the older brother go in?
I could say a lot more. Haha. It's a long book, well not really. haha. But ya, I got to share a bit about that and a lot of other things.
I haven't had a really good talk with my mom like that in a long time. so it was really good.
I went to play softball with my church last night too. It was a lot of fun. We're not that good. Haha, but we did really well. Only 20-12, but we were apparently winning 11-10 at one point. xP It was good getting to see some of the other YA again. xP
We went for drinks and ice cream at McDonald's after.
Finally I got home and it was time for the Niagara Falls Mega Stunt. lol. It's really cool how he was praying like the whole time. My mom asked me about whether people should pray for sports teams and stuff because it doesn't really matter, right? I think it usually doesn't really matter, or at least we don't see the big plan as to why one game would matter, but if there is a player on the team who can really glorify His name by having an interview or something after the game and say how he is playing for God or something, it might matter more? xP Christian athletes are a good way of getting to talk about God with sports fans. Haha. Jeremy Lin for instance. xP.
A couple days ago I got to talk with my buddy from Asia and he says Jeremy Lin is a good player, but he didn't know he was Christian, so I'm gonna send him an article or something.
Ya, I was pretty tired. 10pm and I was wiped. lol.
This morning I went driving. It was relaxing. Haha.
This afternoon is a wedding, so I don't have much time, but I ended up on facebook. Haha. I found a link to my friend's testimony, How God called her to himself and how even having gone through so much, she knows that our Dad in Heaven is good and loves endlessly.
The following is a link to it: Cherishing What You Have
The website is really cool too. It's all about stories of how God is working in Toronto and Canada. I haven't had much time to read the articles though. My friend is one of the editors and so she posts on facebook once in a while, my other friend who is from Toronto also shares them sometimes, so I get them from facebook sometimes. xP
Anyways, Ttyl.
D.Fa
PS. What the? Yesterday was a crazy surge of views. Like 140 in a day? or actually in an hour..? That's crazy. Something must be wrong. Haha.
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