Hawthorn Presbyterian Church

Charles Spurgeon on the Parable of the Prodigal Son

[Published in the congregational “Monthly Notes” for November, 2013.]

Our “guest” editorial this month turns our thoughts to the grace of God that allows us to “come home,” something we should never ever forget. The Parable of the Prodigal Son encapsulates this overwhelming grace that is shown to all who repent in a very powerful way. Listen to Charles Spurgeon, in his 1857 sermon titled: “Confession of Sin – A Sermon with Seven Texts” [slightly edited]

I come now to the last instance, which I shall mention; it is the case of the prodigal in Luke 15:18. Let me picture the scene. There is the prodigal; he has run away from a good home and a kind father, and he has spent all his money with harlots, and now he has none left. He goes to his old companions, and asks them for relief. They laugh him to scorn. “Will you not help me?” “Get away” they say; and he is turned out of doors. He goes to all his friends, but no one gives him anything. At last a certain citizen of the country said—“Well go and feed my swine.” — the worst employment (to his mind,) to which he could be put.

Suddenly a thought strikes his mind. “How is it,” says he, “that in my father’s house there is bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger? I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, “I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.”

He begs his way from town to town. Sometimes he gets a lift, perhaps, but at other times he goes trudging his way all alone. And now at last he sees his father’s house. There it is; the old tree against it, and there are the stacks round which he and his brother used to run and play; and at the sight of the old homestead all the feelings and associations of his former life rush upon him, and tears run down his cheeks, and he is almost ready to run away again. What am I to do? I cannot go back, I am afraid to go forward.” He says “I wonder whether father’s dead I daresay mother broke her heart when I went away; I always was her favorite. And if they are either of them alive, they will never see me again; they will shut the door in my face. What am I to do?

His father had been walking on the housetop, looking out for his son; and though he could not see his father, his father could see him.

Well, the father comes down stairs with all his might, runs up to him, and whilst he is thinking of running away, his father’s arms are round his neck, and he falls—to kissing him, like a loving father indeed, and then the son begins—“Father, I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son …” But his father puts his hand on his mouth.

“No more of that,” says he; “I forgive you all; you shall not say anything about being a hired servant—I will have none of that. Ho!” says he to the servants, “bring hither the best robe, and put it on him, and put shoes on his poor bleeding feet; and bring hither the fatted calf and kill it; and let us eat and be merry. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost and is found. And they began to be merry.” Oh, what a precious reception for one of the chief of sinners!

Now, prodigal, you do the same. Has God put it into your heart? There are many who have been running away a long time now. Does God say “return?” Oh, I bid you return, for as surely as ever thou dost return he will take thee in. There never was a poor sinner yet who came to Christ, whom Christ turned away. Oh, if you could but try him! “Ah, sir, I am so black, so filthy, so vile.” Well come along with you—you cannot be blacker than the prodigal. Come to your Father’s house, and as surely as he is God he will keep his word— “Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.”

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