It’s good to hear your voice.
Those are sweet words to hear. Not that my voice is so special. Frankly, when I hear it…I don’t really care for it so much. I’d rather sound like Morgan Freeman. Max McClean or maybe an Aussie.
No…I’m sure no one is particularly fond of my ‘voice’ in terms of vocal quality. Yet it is so great to hear those words. It is equally as wonderful to speak them to another. They are what we say when we reconnect with someone with whom we have been estranged from. Regardless of time and fault, restoration is sweet. So sweet.
I wonder what the Prodigal was thinking as he began his journey home. I wonder what he expected to hear from his father after he gave his carefully rehearsed speech. Would his father reject him? Would he yell at him? Would he get the silent treatment? His tone of voice would certainly be telling as to the mind of the father.
“Quick!” He said to the servants who accompanied him at all times. Quick…what? Quick…get the knife? Quick…gather the community to stone me? No, it didn’t sound like he was mad at the Prodigal. Not at all.
“Quick…get the best robe, and bring it! And get the word out that we are having a party at our house tonight!” What, thought the Prodigal, is the father going to do with his robe? He had the best robe in the house! And why is he celebrating, and inviting the whole village?
It didn’t take long for the Prodigal to figure it out. His speech would not be finished. The father wouldn’t hear his voice anymore. The Father wanted His voice to be heard over all the other voices. The ones that he must have heard among the villagers, the servants and even his own son. Vanquish him. Banish him. Humiliate him…for all he has done to you!
“Quick! Let’s take away the shame that he has brought on himself. Let’s cover him with the best robe…because love covers a multitude of sins. Quick…let’s reintroduce him to the community. He has suffered enough for his sins.
Father, its good to hear your voice again.
It’s good to be home again.
And may my voice sound like yours. May my heart beat like yours. May my feet move like yours. May I be completely and sufficiently be overwhelmed by your amazing grace. And may I never have the desire to leave home again.