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588. The Prodigal’s Reception

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Charles Spurgeon discusses the filth of the prodigal son and the incredible mercy of the Father.

A Sermon Delivered on Sunday Morning, September 4, 1864, by C. H. Spurgeon, 1 At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a long way off his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. (Luke 15:20)

1. There he is! He is as wretched as misery itself; as filthy as his brute associates who could satisfy themselves with husks, while he could not. His clothes hung around him in rags, and what he is on the outside, is exactly what he is on the inside. He is disgraced in the eyes of the good, and the virtuous remember him with indignation. He has some desires to go back to his father’s house; but these desires are not sufficient to alter his condition . Mere desires have not scraped the filth from him, nor have they so much as patched his rags. Whatever he may or may not desire, he is still filthy, still disgraced, still an alien from his father’s house: and he knows it, for he has come to himself. He would have been angry if we had said as much as this before, but now we cannot describe him in words too black. With many tears and sighs he assures us that he is even worse than he appears to be, and that no man can know all the depth of the vileness of his conduct: he has spent his living with prostitutes; he has despised a generous parent’s love and broken loose from his wise control; he has done evil with both his hands to the utmost of his strength and opportunity. There he stands, notwithstanding this confession, just what I have described him to be; for even though he has said within himself, “I have sinned,” yet that confession has not removed his griefs. He acknowledges that he is not worthy to be called a son—and it is true he is not; but his unworthiness is not removed by his consciousness of it, nor by his confession of it. He has no claims to a father’s love. If that father shuts the door in his face, he acts with justice toward him; if he shall refuse so much as to speak a single word, except words of rebuke, no one can blame the father, for the son has so sadly erred. To this the son utters no demur; he confesses that if he is cast away for ever, he well deserves it. This picture, I know, is the photograph of some who are now present. You feel your vileness and sinfulness, but you cannot look upon that sense of vileness as in any way extenuating or altering your condition. You feel, but you cannot plead your feelings. You confess this morning that you have desires towards God, but that you have no rights to him—you cannot demand anything from his hands. If your soul were sent to hell, his righteous law approves it, and so does your own conscience. You can see your rags, you can see your filthiness, you can long for something better, but you are no better; you have no more claims than you used to have upon God’s mercy; you stand here today, a self-convicted offender against the lovingkindness and holiness of God. I pray that to such of you as are in this case, I may be the bearer of a message from God to your soul this morning. Oh you who know the Lord, raise earnest and silent prayers just now, so that my message may come home with power to troubled consciences; and I beseech you, for your own profit, look back to the hole of the pit from where you were dug, and to the miry clay from where you were drawn, and remember how God received you. And while we speak of what he is willing and able to do to the far off sinners, let your souls leap with joyous gratitude at the remembrance of how he received you into his love, and made you partakers of his grace in days gone by.

2. There are two things in the text: the first is the condition of many a seeker—he is yet a long way off; and then, secondly, the matchless kindness of the father towards him.

Yet a Long Way Off

3. I. First, dear friends, THE CONDITION OF SUCH A SEEKER—HE IS YET A LONG WAY OFF.

4. He is a long way off if you consider one or two things. Remember his lack of strength. This poor young man had for some time been without food—brought so very low that the husks upon which the swine fed would have seemed a dainty to him if he could have eaten them. He is so hungry that he has become emaciated, and to him every mile has the weariness of leagues within it. It costs him many pains and severe griefs to drag himself along, even though it is only an inch. So the sinner is a long way off from God when you consider his utter lack of strength to come to God. Even such strength as God has given him is very painfully used. God has given him enough strength to desire salvation, but those desires are always accompanied with deep and sincere grief for sin. The point which he has already reached has exhausted all his power, and all he can do is to fall down before Jesus, and say,

Oh! for this no strength have I,
My strength is at thy feet to lie.

5. He is a long way off again, if you consider his lack of courage. He longs to see his father, but yet the probabilities are that if his father should come he would run away: the very sound of his father’s footsteps would act upon him as they did on Adam in the garden—he would hide himself among the trees; so that instead of crying after his father, the great Father would have to cry after him—“Where are you, poor fallen creature? Where are you?” His lack of courage, therefore, makes the distance long, for so far has every step been taken as though into the jaws of death. “Ah!” the sinner says, “it must be long before I can dare to hope, for my iniquities have gone over my head so that I cannot look up.” Are you then in alarm and dread this morning? Your prayers seem to yourself to have been no prayers at all; when you think of God, terror comes over your mind, and you feel that you are a long, long way from him; you imagine that it is not likely that he will hear your cries nor give heed to your words. You are still a long way off.

6. You are a long way off when we consider the difficulty of the way of repentance. John Bunyan tells us that Christian found, when he went back to the arbour after his lost roll, that it was very hard work going back. Every backslider finds it so, and every penitent sinner knows that there is a bitterness in mourning for sin comparable to the loss of one’s only son. A drowning man feels no great pain: the sensations of drowning are even said to be pleasant; it is only when the man is being restored to life, when the blood begins to make the veins tingle because life leaps there, when once again the nerves are sensitive, then we are told that the whole body is full of many agonies, but then they are the agonies of life: and so the poor penitent feels the goal must be a long way, for if he had to feel as he now feels, even for a month, it would be a long time; and if he had to journey many miles as he now journeys, so painfully, with such bleeding feet, it would indeed be a long way.

7. Let us look into this matter, and show that while the road seems long on this account, it really is long if we view it in certain ways. There are many seeking sinners who are a long way off in their life. I think I see the man now, and hear him thus bewail himself; “I have stopped my drunkenness. I could not sit where I used to sit by the hour. I thank God I shall never be seen reeling through the streets again, for I detest that grovelling lust. I have given up Sabbath breaking, and I am found in God’s house; and I have endeavoured, as much as I can, to renounce the habit of swearing, but still I am a long way off; I do not feel as if I could yet lay hold of Christ, for I cannot still master my own passions. An old companion stopped me this week, and he had not long been talking before I found the old man was in me, and the old lustings came up into my face again. Why, sir, the other day an oath came rapping out. I thought I had gotten over it, but I had not—I am a long way off. When I read of what saints are, and observe what true Christians are, I do feel that my conduct is so inconsistent and so widely apart from what it ought to be, that I am a long way off.” Ah! dear friend, you are; and if you had to come to God by the way of your own righteousness you would never reach him, for he is not to be found like this. Christ Jesus is the way. He is the safe, sure, and perfect road to God. He who sees Jesus, has seen the Father; but he who looks at himself will only see despair. The road to heaven by Mount Sinai is impassable by mortal man, but Calvary leads to glory; the secret places of the stairs are in the wounds of Jesus.

8. Again, you feel yourself a long way off concerning knowledge. “Why,” you say, “before I felt like this I considered myself a master of all theology: I could twist the doctrines around my fingers. When I listened to a sermon I felt quite able to criticize it, and to give my judgment. Now I see that my judgment was about as valuable as the criticism of a blind man upon a picture, for I was without spiritual sight. Now I feel myself to be a fool. I do know what sin means, but only to a degree. Even here I feel that I am not conscious of the heinousness of human guilt. I have heard the doctrine of the atonement of Christ, and I thank God I know it to some degree, but the excellence and glory of the substitutionary sacrifice which Christ offered I confess I do not fully comprehend.” The sinner’s confession now is that instead of understanding Scripture he finds he needs to go like a child to school to learn the A B C of it. “Oh sir,” he says, “I am a long way off from God, for I am so ignorant, so foolish, I seem to be only like a beast when I think of the deep things of God.” Ah! poor soul, poor young wandering brother, I do not wonder that it seems so to you, for the ignorance of the carnal man is indeed fearful, and only God can give you light; but he can give it to you in a moment, and the distance between you and him upon the score of ignorance can be bridged at once, and you may comprehend even today, with all saints, what are the heights and depths, and know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge.

9. In another point also many an earnest seeker is a long way off, I mean in his repentance. “Alas!” he says, “I cannot repent as I ought. If I could feel the brokenness of heart which I have heard and seen in some! Oh! what I would give for penitential sighs; how thankful I should be if my head were waters, and my eyes fountains of tears, if I could even feel that I was as humble as the poor tax collector, and could stand with downcast eyes and beat upon my chest and say, ‘God be merciful to me a sinner.’ But, alas! I have been a hearer of the Word for years, and all the progress I have made is so little, that while I know the gospel to be true, I do not feel it. I know myself to be a sinner, and sometimes I mourn over it, but my mourning is so superficial, my repentance is a repentance that needs to be repented of. Oh sir, if God would use the heaviest hammer that he had, if he would only break my heart, every broken fragment should bless his name. I wish I had a genuine repentance. Oh! how I pant to be brought to feel that I am lost, and to desire Christ with that vehement desire which will not take a denial; but in this point my heart seems hard as hell hardened steel, cold as a rock of ice, it will not, cannot yield, although wooed by divine love. Adamant itself may run in liquid torrents, but my soul yields to nothing. Lord, break it! Lord, break it!” Ah! poor heart, I see you are a long way off, but do you know if my Lord should appear to you this morning, and say to you, “I have loved you with an everlasting love,” your heart would break in a moment?

Law and terrors do but harden,
 All the while they work alone;
But a sense of blood bought pardon,
 Can dissolve a heart of stone.

Long way off as you are, if the Lord pardons you, while still callous, and consciously hard of heart, will you not then fall at his feet and commend that great love by which he loved you, even when you were dead in trespasses and sins?

10. Yes, but I think I hear one say, “There is another point in which I feel a long way off, for I have little or no faith. I have heard faith preached every Sunday; I know what it is, I think I do, but I cannot obtain it. I know that if I cast myself wholly upon Christ I shall be saved. I quite comprehend that he does not ask anything of me, any willings, or doings, or feelings: I know that Christ is willing to receive the greatest sinner outside of hell if that sinner will only come and simply trust him. I have tried to do it; sometimes I have thought I had faith, but then again when I have looked at my sins I have doubted so dreadfully, that I perceive I have no faith at all. There are sunny moments with me when I think I can say—

My faith is built on nothing less,
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.

but oh! when I feel my inner corruptions rising up, I hear a voice saying, ‘The Philistines are upon you, Samson,’ and immediately I discover my own weakness. I do not have the faith that I want; I am a long way off from it, and I fear that I shall never possess it.” Yes, my brethren, I perceive your difficulty, for I have felt its sorrow myself; but oh! my Lord, who is the giver of faith, who is exalted on high to give repentance and remission for sins, can give you the faith you so much desire, and can cause you this morning to rest with perfect confidence upon the work which he has finished for you.

11. To summarize all things in one word, the truly penitent sinner feels that he is still a long way off in everything. There is no point upon which you can speak with him but it will be sure to lead to a confession of his deficiency. Begin to put him in the scales of the sanctuary, and he cries, “Alas! before you put in the weights I can tell you I shall be found wanting.” Bring him to the touchstone, and he shrinks from it “No,” he says, “but I cannot endure any sort of trial—

All unholy and unclean,
I am nothing else but sin.”

See, see, how well my Master has pictured your case in this parable—“Yet a long way off,” still covered with rags, still polluted with filth, still in disgrace, still a stranger to your Father’s house, there is only this one point about you, you have your face towards your Father, you have a desire towards God, and you would, oh! you would if you could, lay hold upon eternal life. But you feel too far off for anything like comforting hope; now I must confess I feel many fears about you who are in this state; I am afraid lest you should come so far and yet go back; for there are many whom we thought had come as far as this, and yet they have gone back after all. Oh! remember that desires after God will not change you so as to save you. You must find Christ. Remember that to say, “I will arise” is not enough, nor even to arise; you must never rest until your Father has given you the kiss, until he has put the best robe on you. I am afraid lest you should rest satisfied and say, “I am in a good state; the minister tells us that many are brought to such a state before they are saved. I will stop here.” My dear friend, it is a good state to pass through, but it is a bad state to rest in. I implore you never be content with a sense of sin, never be satisfied with merely knowing that you are not what you ought to be. It never cures the fever for a man to know he has it; his knowledge is in some degree a good sign, for it proves that the fever has not yet driven him to delirium; but it never gives a man perfect health to know that he is sick. It is a good thing for him to know it, for he will not otherwise send for the physician; but unless it leads to that, he will die whether he feels himself to be sick or not. A mere consciousness that you are hungry while your father’s hired servants have enough bread and to spare, will not satisfy your hunger, you need more than this. You are still a long way off, and I beseech you to remember the danger you are in lest you should stop here or should lose what sensitivity you already have. Perhaps despair may come upon you. Some have committed suicide while under a sense of the greatness of their distance from God, because they dared not look to the Saviour. Our prayers shall go up to God so that the second part of our text may come true to you, and that backsliding and despair may be equally prevented by the speedy coming of God dressed in the robes of grace to meet your guilty soul, and give you joy and peace through believing.

The Matchless Kindness of the Heavenly Father

12. II. Secondly—and oh may the Master give us his help—we have to consider THE MATCHLESS KINDNESS OF THE HEAVENLY FATHER. We must take each word and dwell upon it.

13. First of all, we have here divine observation. “When he was yet a long way off his father saw him.” It is true he has always seen him. God sees the sinner in every state and in every position. Indeed, and sees him with an eye of love too—such a chosen sinner as is described in this text—not with complacency, but still with affection. God looks upon his wandering chosen ones. I say that father saw his son when he spent his living with prostitutes, saw him with deep sorrow, when he wished to have filled his belly with the husks which the swine ate; but now, if there can be such a thing as for divine omniscience to become more exact, the father sees him with an eye full of a more tender love, a greater care. “His father saw him.” Oh! what a sight it was for a father to see! His son, it is true, but his reprobate son, who had dishonoured his father’s name; brought down the name of an honourable house to be mentioned among the dregs and scum of the earth. There he is! What a sight for a father’s eye! He is filthy, as though he had been rolling in the mire; and his bright clothing has long ago lost its fine colours, and hangs about him in wretched rags. The father does not turn away and try to forget him, he fixes his full gaze upon him. Sinner, you know that God sees you this morning; sitting in this house you are observed by the God of heaven. There is not a desire in your heart unread by him, nor a tear in your eye which he does not observe. I tell you he has seen your midnight sins, he has heard your cursings and your blasphemies, and yet he has loved you notwithstanding all that you have done. You could hardly have been a worse rebel against him, and yet he has noted you in his book of love, and determined to save you, and the eye of his love has followed you wherever you have gone. Is there not some comfort here? Why could he not see his father? Was it the effect of the tears in his eyes that he could not see? or was it that his father was of sharper sight than he? Sinner, you cannot see God, for you are unbelieving, and carnal, and blind, but he can see you; your tears of penitence block up your sight, but your Father is quick sighted, and he beholds you and loves you now; in every glance there is love. “His father saw him.”

14. Observe this was a loving observation, for it is written, “His father saw him.” He did not see him as a mere casual observer; he did not notice him as a man might note his friend’s child with some pity and benevolence, but he saw him as a father alone can do. What a keen eye a parent has! Why, I have known a young man to come home, perhaps for a short holiday: the mother has heard nothing, not even a whisper, concerning her son’s conduct, and yet she cannot help pointing out to her husband, “There is a something about John which makes me suspect that he is not behaving as he should. I do not know, my husband,” she says, “what it is, but yet I am sure he is keeping bad company.” She will read his character at once. And the father notices something, too, he cannot precisely say what, but he knows it to be a cause for anxiety. But here we have a Father who can see everything, and who has as much of the depth of love as he has of the certainty of knowledge. He can, therefore, see from every spot and bruise, and notice every putrifying sore. He sees right through his poor son as though he were a crystal vase; he reads his heart, not merely the tattered clothes, not merely the sorrowful tale of the unwashed face and those patched shoes, but he can read his soul, he understands his whole miserable plight. Oh poor sinner, there is no need for you to give information to your God, for he knows it already; you do not need pick your words in prayer in order to make your case plain and perspicuous, for God can see it, and all you have to do is to uncover your wounds, your bruises, and your putrifying sores, and say, “My Father, you see it all, you read the black tale of woe in a moment, my Father, have pity upon me.”

15. The next thought to be well considered is divine compassion. “When he saw him he had compassion on him.” Does not the word compassion mean suffering with or fellow suffering? What is compassion, then, except putting yourself into the place of the sufferer and feeling his grief? If I may say so, the father put himself into the son’s rags, and then felt as much pity for him as that poor ragged prodigal could have felt for himself. I do not know how to stir up your compassion this morning, except it is by supposing that it is your own case. I will suppose, father, it is a son of yours. I saw, not many hours ago, a young man who brought to my mind the prodigal in this case: his face marked with innumerable lines of sin and wretchedness, his body lean and emaciated, his clothes close buttoned, his whole appearance the very mirror of woe. He knocked at my door. I knew his case; I cannot hurt him by telling it. He had disgraced his family, not once nor twice, but many times. At last he drew out what money he had in the business of a respectable family, came up to London with four hundred pounds, and in about five weeks spent it all; and, without a single farthing to help himself, he often lacks food, and I fear that he has often crept at night into the parks to sleep, and thus has brought aches and pains into his bones which will remain with him until he dies. He wanders the streets by day a vagabond and a reprobate. I have written to his friends, the case has been put before them; they have disowned him; and considering his shameful conduct, I do not wonder about it. He has no father and no mother left. If he were helped beyond mere food and lodging, as far as we can judge, it would be money thrown away; if he were helped, he seems so desperately set on wickedness, that he would do the same again. Yet, as I think, I can only desire to see him have one more trial at the least, and he would have it, I do not doubt, if his father still lived; but others feel the fountains of their love are stopped. As I think of him, I can only feel that if he were a son of mine and I were his father, and I saw him in such a case come to my door, whatever the crime was that he had committed, I must fall upon his neck and kiss him; the biggest sin could not put out for ever the sparks of paternal love. I might condemn the sin in the sharpest and most severe terms; I might regret that he had ever been born, and cry with David, “Oh my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! oh that I had died for you!” but I could not shut him out of my house, nor refuse to call him my child. He is my child, and he shall be my child until he dies. You feel just now that if it were your child you would do the same. That is how God feels towards you, his chosen, his repentant child. You are his child; I hope so, I trust so; those desires which you have in your soul towards him, make me feel that you are one of his children, and as God looks out of heaven he knows what you mean. What is it? What shall I say? Indeed, I do not need to describe it, but, “Just as a father pities his children, so the Lord pities those who fear him.” He will have compassion upon you; he will receive you to his heart now. Be of good courage, for the text says, “He had compassion on him.”

16. Notice and observe carefully the swiftness of this divine love: “He ran.” Probably he was walking on the top of his house and looking out for his son, when one morning he just caught a glimpse of a poor sorry figure in the distance. If he had been anything except the father he would not have known it to be his son, he was so altered; but he looked and looked again, until at last he said, “It is he! oh! what marks of famine are upon him, and of suffering too!” And down comes the old gentleman—I think I see him running downstairs, and the servants come to the windows and the doors, and say, “Where is the master going? I have not seen him run at that rate for many a day.” See, there he goes; he does not take the road, for that is a little out of his way; but there is a gap through the hedge, and he is jumping over it; he chooses the straightest way that he can find; and before the son has had time to notice who it is, he is on him, and has his arms around him, falling upon his neck and kissing him. I remember a young prodigal who was received in the same way. Here he stands, it is I, myself. I sat in a little chapel, little dreaming that my Father saw me; certainly I was a long way off. I felt something of my need of Christ, but I did not know what I must do to be saved; although taught the letter of the Word, I was spiritually ignorant of the plan of salvation; although taught it from my youth up, I did not know it. I felt, but I did not feel what I wished to feel. If ever there was a soul that knew itself to be far off from God, I was that soul; and yet in a moment, in one single moment, no sooner had I heard the words, “Look to me and be saved, all the ends of the earth,” no sooner had I turned my eyes to Jesus crucified, than I felt my perfect reconciliation with God, I knew my sins to be forgiven. There was no time for getting out of my heavenly Father’s way, it was done, and done in an instant; and in my case, at least, he ran and fell upon my neck to kiss me. I hope that will be the case this morning; before you can get out of this place, before you can get back to your old doubtings, and fearings, and sighings, and cryings, I hope the Lord of love will run and meet you here, and fall upon your neck and kiss you.

17. After noticing thus, observation, compassion, and swiftness, do not forget the nearness: “He fell upon his neck and kissed him.” This I can understand by experience, but it is too wonderful for me to explain, “he fell upon his neck.” If he had stood at a distance and said, “John, I should be very glad to kiss you, but you are too filthy; I do not know what may be under those filthy rags; I do not feel inclined to fall upon your neck just yet; you are too far gone for me. I love you, but there is a limit to the display of love. When I have restored you to a proper state, then I may reveal my affection to you, but I cannot just now, while you are so very foul.” Oh! no; but before he is washed he falls on his neck—there is the wonder of it. I can understand how God reveals his love to a soul that is washed in Jesus’ blood, and knows it; but how he could fall upon the neck of a foul, filthy sinner  as such! There it is—not as sanctified, not as having anything good in himself, but as nothing but a filthy, foul, desperate rebel, God falls upon his neck and kisses him. Oh! strange miracle of love! The riddle is unriddled when you remember that God never had looked upon that sinner, as he was in himself, but had always looked upon him as he was in Christ; and when he fell upon that prodigal’s neck, he did in effect only fall upon the neck of his once suffering Son, Jesus Christ, and he kissed the sinner because he saw him in Christ, and therefore did not see the sinner’s loathsomeness, but saw only Christ’s comeliness, and therefore kissed him as he would have kissed his substitute. Observe how near God comes to the sinner. It was said of that eminent saint and martyr, Bishop Hooper, that on one occasion a man in deep distress was allowed to go into his prison to relate his account of conscience; but Bishop Hooper looked so sternly upon him, and addressed him so severely at first, that the poor soul ran away, and could not get comfort until he had sought out another minister of a more gentle approach. Now Hooper really was a gracious and loving soul, but the sternness of his manner kept the penitent off. There is no such stern manner in our heavenly Father, he loves to receive his prodigals. When he comes there is no “Hold off!” no “Keep off!” to the sinner, but he falls upon his neck and he kisses him.

18. There is yet another thought to be brought out of the metaphor of kissing; we are not to pass that over without dipping our cup in the honey. In kissing his son the father recognises relationship. He said, with emphasis, “You are my son,” and the prodigal was

To his Father’s bosom pressed,
Once for all a child confessed.

Again, that kiss was the seal of forgiveness. He would not have kissed him if he had been angry with him; he forgave him, forgave him all. There was, moreover, something more than forgiveness, there was acceptance—“I receive you back into my heart as though you were worthy of all that I give to your older brother, and therefore I kiss you.” Surely also this was a kiss of delight—as if he took pleasure in him, delighting in him, feasting his eyes with the sight of him, and feeling more happy to see him than to see all his fields, and the fatted calves, and all the treasures that he possessed. His delight was in seeing this poor restored child. Surely this is all summed up in a kiss. And if this morning my Father, and your Father, should come out to meet mourning penitents, in a moment he will show you that you are his children, you shall say, “Abba, Father,” on your road to your own home; you shall feel that your sin is all forgiven, that every particle of it is cast behind Jehovah’s back; you shall feel today that you are accepted—as your faith looks to Christ you shall see that God accepts you, because Christ your substitute is worthy of God’s love and God’s delight. Indeed; I trust you shall this very morning delight yourself in God, because God delights himself in you, and you shall hear him whisper in your ear, “You shall be called Hephzibah … for the Lord delights in you.” I wish I could picture such a text as this as it ought to be; it needs some tender, sympathetic heart, some man who is the very soul of pathos, to work out the tender touches of such a verse as this. But, oh! although I cannot describe it, I hope you will feel it, and that is better than description. I do not come here to paint the scene, except to be the brush in God’s hand to paint it on your hearts. There are some of you who can say, “I do not need descriptions, for I have felt it; I went to Christ and told him my case, and prayed to him to meet me; now I believe on him, and I have gone my way rejoicing in him.”

19. We will just say these words and be finished. In summing up, one may notice that this sinner, although he was a long way off, was not received to full pardon and to adoption and acceptance by a gradual process, but he was received at once. He was not allowed to enter into the outer house first, and to sleep in a barn at night, and then afterwards allowed to come in sometimes and have his meals with the servants in the kitchen, and then afterwards allowed to sit at the bottom of the table and by degrees brought near. No; but the father fell on his neck and kissed him the first moment; he gets as near to God the first moment as he ever will. So a saved soul may not enjoy and know so much, but he is as near and dear to God the first moment he believes as he ever will be; a true heir of all things in Christ, and as truly so as even when he shall mount to heaven to be glorified and to be like his Lord. Oh! what a wonder is this? Was he not fresh from his pigsty, yet in a father’s bosom; fresh from the swine with their gruntings in his ears, and now he hears a father’s loving words; a few days ago he was putting husks to his mouth, and now it is a father’s lips that are on his lips. What a change, and all at once. I say there is no gradual process in this, but the thing is done at once, in a moment he comes to his father, his father comes to him, and he is in his father’s arms.

20. Observe again, just as there was not a gradual reception, so there was not a partial reception. He was not forgiven on conditions; he was not received to his father’s heart if he would do so-and-so. No; there were no “ifs” and no “buts”; he was kissed, and clothed, and feasted, without a single condition of any kind whatever. No questions asked—his father had cast his offences behind his back in a moment, and he was received without even a censure or a rebuke. It was not a partial reception. He was not received to some things and refused others. He was not, for instance, allowed to call himself a child, or to think of himself as an inferior. No; he wears the best robe; he has the ring on his finger; he has the shoes on his feet; and he joins in eating the fatted calf; and so the sinner is not received to a second class place, but he is taken to the full position of a child of God. It is not a gradual nor yet a partial reception.

21. And once more, it is not a temporary reception. His father did not kiss him and then turn him out the back door. He did not receive him for a time, and then afterwards say to him, “Go your way; I have had pity upon you; you have a new start now, go into the far country and mend your ways.” No; but the father would say to him what he had already said to the older brother, “Son, you are always with me, and all that I have is yours.” In the parable, the son could not have the goods restored, for he had spent his part; but in the truth itself and matter of fact, God does make the man who comes in at the eleventh hour equal with the one who came in at the first hour of the day; he gives every man the penny; and he gives to the child who has been the most wandering the same privileges, and ultimately the same heritage, which he gives to his own who have been these many years with him, and have not transgressed his commandments. That is a remarkable passage in one of the prophets, where he says, “Ekron as a Jebusite”; meaning that the Philistine when converted should be treated just the same as the original inhabitants of Jerusalem; that the branches of the olive which were grafted in have the same privileges as the original branches. When God takes men from being heirs of wrath, and makes them heirs of grace, they have just as much privilege at the first as though they had been heirs of grace twenty years, because in God’s sight they always were heirs of grace, and from all eternity he viewed his most wandering sons.

Not as they stood in Adam’s fall,
When sin and ruin covered all;
But as they’ll stand another day,
Fairer than sun’s meridian ray.

Oh, I wish that God would in his infinite mercy bring some of his own dear children home today, and he shall have the praise, world without end. Amen.

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  1. Rev: This is the first sermon in the series where Spurgeon dropped the use of the title Rev.. We have removed all titles that appeared on his sermons before this one. If he could have reissued the sermons, we are sure he would have done the same. Editor.

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