We find our true worth through the Gospel, the good news that money, possessions, or titles won’t stop Jesus from giving his life in exchange for ours. We find our true value in God’s love for us.
Though each story is different they're also the same. Every story ends with God and friends rejoicing over his lost children being found.
Jesus is continuing to press forward towards Jerusalem where he knows he will meet his fate on a cross. In our first story, an idea that still permeates minds and hearts today, rears its ugly head.
A prodigal is someone who is wastefully extravagant and more than the son who had run away, the father was wastefully extravagant with his love.
This outsider spent his time, energy, and money on the wounded man, who probably despised him also, to prove that love is greater than hate.
They would have to make Jesus more important in their lives than even their family and friends. Following Jesus would cost them everything because of the price he was soon to pay.
The time for Jesus’ exodus from this world had drawn near, so he set off towards Jerusalem where all of this would occur.
One day, Jesus sat down with his followers to let them in on some heavy news. He was going to die. The Messiah dead. That didn’t seem like good news to these faithful followers.
She finds herself at the feet of Jesus weeping. I think she was probably like the guy I found myself in front of. Someone who felt unforgivable.
Jesus raising the widow’s only son from the dead wasn’t the biggest miracle he performed that day.