I am the prodigal son. I ran as far and as fast away from my heavenly Father as I could until He, by His utterly undeserved and lavish grace, drew me back to Himself. Not long after I was converted, many would tell me how my life was a beautiful picture of what Jesus had spoken about in the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-31). It wasn't until years later that I came to understand that the parable of the prodigal son wasn't merely the parable of the prodigal son it was also the parable of the prodigal sons.
I have several Latin phrases, popular during the Protestant Reformation, tattooed on my body, including “sola gratia” and “sola fide.” These permanent marks are not mere decorations for me. They are reminders of the hope that I have in Jesus. My acceptability before God rests on his grace toward me in Jesus Christ. Like all Christians I have been saved by grace through faith, and not by works (Eph. 2:8,9). Praise the Lord!
My Works Are Worthless
The Meaning of Christ’s Ascension
Olaudah Equiano – Waking Up Christians to the Evils of Slavery
John Chrysostom and Olympias – Finding Comfort in Troubled Times
Basic information – four ideas
(Rev. 1:17, 18)
Walking with God