Радио ВЕРА - Евангелие от Луки, Глава 15, стихи 11-32. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Not so long ago, somewhere at the very beginning of January, I professed one seven-year-old boy and at the end of confession asked him: “When will you correct?”, He thought a little and firmly answered: “Tenth!” I told this story several times as a funny story with a funny sincere children's answer to a very difficult question. I laughed myself, my listeners laughed. But if you think about it, then the boyish answer is not at all ridiculous. He about our attitude to God and this answer, in general, reproduces the parable of the prodigal son we just heard. Saying to ourselves and God that we will correct our lives “from the tenth” or “from the first” or “from Monday”, we repeat the words spoken by the youngest son to our father: “Father, give me a part of your estate belonging to me.” Or, in other words: “Father, let's pretend that you died, that you are not and I will receive part of the inheritance I put to me right now, without waiting for your death and will do what I want.” Obviously, these words are nothing more than the gross rudeness, they show the extreme degree of disrespect for the son to the father. If we put off our moral correction for some time, then we offer God to play the same game in which the youngest son played, we try to imagine that there is no God, he is not until the tenth, until Monday or even before Some deadline, but it is not for us for this time. Thus, we show exactly the same rude disrespect for God, which the youngest son showed to his father. What happened next to this son, we know. The son was able to become happy again only at the moment when he decided to stop playing it. And we, if we do not want to fully enjoy the taste of pork scraps, that is, we do not want to be alone with all the hopeless bitterness of human life, you should not play with God in this dangerous game, from which it is impossible to get out of the winner.