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A Pigpen Moment

“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!’ “ From Luke 15.

When the Prodigal Son traveled to a distant land he didn’t find love and acceptance and greener pastures. He found rejection and poverty and famine.

Back home his father’s servants were eating the fatted calf. He was eating pig slop. He had a pigpen moment.

Have you had a pigpen moment?

  • Your husband discovered your affair
  • The doctor called with a diagnosis of cancer
  • The bank foreclosed on your house
  • She filed for divorce
  • Your daughter died of an overdose
  • Your job abruptly ended
  • Your husband gambled away your savings

When the Prodigal got desperate, when he remembered how good he had it, when he got tired of wallowing in mud, he came to his senses. . . .and went home.

Home to his father. To the one who loved him unconditionally. The one he knew would provide for him and protect him.

When we wake up in our pigpen, when things can’t get worse, the wisest thing we can do is come to our senses and go home to our Father.

2 thoughts on “A Pigpen Moment

  1. I had my pigpen moment in the fall of 2001 (I call it my personal 9/11). It was the best thing that ever happened to me, even though I felt like dying at the time. Transformational, to say the least. 🙂 And the reason it was so is because I humbly ran to my heavenly Father instead of hiding in my shame kept locked up by my foolish pride. Thanks for your word of encouragement and life here, brother. I pray it brings freedom to many others. Blessings.

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    1. Mel, thank you, wow! What an encouraging word. And thanks for sharing your pigpen moment. I wish I could say I always ran to the father, but sometimes I preferred wallowing in the mud. Thank you again.

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