If you were here with me, you could look out the beautiful glass window of this cute Argentinean coffee shop with me to see a young man, maybe 20, leaning up against a tree smoking a cigarette. Breath by breath attempting to fill his lungs, his body, his soul with something that will please him, something that will bring him peace, searching for somewhere that he can find comfort.
As I sat watching him, my eyes literally filled with tears.. He slumped down against the tree, he looked so empty, so lost. I wondered if perhaps he was a street kid, but he was dressed too nicely. He appeared to be looking around for something, maybe someone.
“You spread out the skies, said let there be light and into a dark and formless world your light was born. You spread out your arms over empty hearts said let there be light into a dark and empty world, your son was born. You sent your only son, for you are good. What a wonderful Maker, what a wonderful Savior, how majestic your whispers, how humble your love. With the strength like no other, and the heart of a Father. How majestic your whispers, what a wonderful God.” -Jeremy Camp
These were the words that hang in my ear on my ipod. “What a wonderful Maker, how majestic your whispers.” Does this young man hear your whispers? Does he know your love Lord? Does he know he is a son of the King, that he is royalty, that he has a Father that wants to spread out his arms and just let him run to them, to rest in them? Does he know that you, and you alone will comfort him, does he know that you are the one he is looking for?
Father, what do you want me to do, what are you teaching me? As I write this, I pause to pray for this boy standing in the street in Argentina. Lord, who is he? Does he know you? Am I here to introduce you to him? I don’t speak the language Father, will you give me the words?
No kidding, at that moment, he stood up, and walked right into the café I was sitting in. My heart raced. I waited for the Lord, asking my Father what to do and how to pray. He sat at a table near by, still with that look in his eyes, he was searching for something, for someone.
You know the look don’t you? When you see someone, they appear to be walking confidently in the direction of their dreams, all the while stumbling along the way. Searching for something, for someone. Maybe that someone is you. What are you searching for, what is your comfort, your prize, your light at the end of the tunnel, your prize?
As he put out his cigarette, and she walked in. Suddenly, life flowed into his body from her, he stood to embrace her, took her hand and together they walked out the door. As I watched him walk away, I asked the Lord, “Why?” Why was I so convicted for this boy, what are you teaching me Lord?
And God said, “Kelly, there are so many that are still lost, more prodigal sons and daughters, just like you, that do not know how to find their way back, they have forgotten about me. They are desperate for life, they will fill themselves with whatever they can find. Drugs, cigarettes, men and women, success, adventure, fortune. The enemy is prowling around this generation, stealing the prize from them, making it so easy to fill them with false comforts. Kelly, will you show my children the way home, will you seek out the lost, will you bring them back to me, will you bring them to my Kingdom, I have prepared a place for them.”
Dear friends and family – I know that this is my calling. And, I know that I too lose sight of the prize. Please pray with me that the Lord continue to convict me for the lost burn these images in to my mind, to my heart. May I not be able to walk by another prodigal child without sharing the love of Christ. May I be filled so much with His love and grace for my life that it overflows from my very being.
Please pause for a moment with me, lift up my Argentinean brother in prayer. Please take a moment and ask the Lord to show you the prodigal sons and daughters in your life. Ask him how you can bring them home!!! Maybe you are a prodigal child, listen now to your Father, he is calling you home! Will you come, will you drink from the real living water. You Father is calling you, his arms are wide open, just fall into them, come home!
