The son came back. The father saw him coming, ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. He smelled, he was dirty and had offended his father more severe then we can imagine. Still he hugged his son and gave him a coat, a ring and sandals. He received new dignity, new authority. From a vagabond and beggar he became a son. Restored. Renewed. Forgiven.
I suddenly thought of Jesus. Stripped, wounded, humiliated, He was nailed to a cross.
While He was hanging there, the soldiers were distributing His garments.
Exchange
Jesus was deprived of dignity and humanity. The prodigal son was clothed with dignity and authority. I had heard about ‘the exchange of the cross’, how Jesus went through all kinds of things, so that we didn’t have to go through it ,or could receive the opposite He received.
I was so in awe of this that I wrote a song. I really like to share it on this Good Friday. You can find it on Deezer, Amazon Spotify or your favourite music stream service, but now there’s also a lyrics-video: https://youtu.be/TYXBnYCDSEo?si=N8tly3wsUgcWTA4b. Please share it with others, so this good news can be heard everywhere.
The Prodigal Son
There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything. When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ So he got up and went to his father.
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’ The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’ My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.
Luke 15:11-32, NIV