I’ve re-blogged this as today I’ve been hearing the words differently, not “Live like a son. Ask like a son,” as I originally wrote this, but “Live as a son. Ask as a son.” There is a huge difference between living like sons and living as sons! AnonCC33
The last few days I have had this phrase in my thoughts,
“Live as a son. Ask as a son.”
First things first. This is not limited to men. This is not about gender! Jesus came to show us, both male and female, how to live as a son. We can live as a son of the Father regardless of gender!
Anyway, the phrase is something that I said in conversation with someone, and it’s stayed with me since then. It’s come from reading and thinking about the words of Jesus, about asking the Father for anything.
“In that day you will ask nothing of me. Truly, truly I say to you, whatever you ask of the Father in my name, he will give it to you.”
Jesus is instructing us, showing us that we too can be a son of the Father. He desires for us to be so.
“And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.”
The Father himself has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, to live within us, to make his home in us, and to bring us home to be one with the Father.
The Spirit is crying out for us to be sons! The Father desires for us to be sons, so much so that he gives Jesus himself to us, crying out within us, “Abba! Father!” Even the whole of creation is groaning and longing, desiring for us to be sons of God. So Jesus doesn’t want us to ask anything of him, he wants us to ask the Father. Because that’s what Jesus does, and that’s what he desires for us. And that’s what the Father desires. And that’s what sons do.
It’s why the Father is seeking true worshippers, those who eat of the Bread of Life, who drink from the Inner Spring, those who are one with Jesus. Those in whom the Spirit is crying out, “Abba! Father!” Those are the ones the Father is seeking. Those are the ones that I Am makes his home in.
Recently, I’ve heard a lot of talk about the Prodigal Son. Most of the focus goes on the younger son. A little goes on the elder son.
The elder son, he gets upset when the father holds a party to celebrate the younger sons return. The father says to him,
“Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours.”
The elder son didn’t know he was a son. He knew what it was to serve. He even said that himself.
“Look, these many years I have served you, and I never disobeyed your command.”
We look at the younger son, and we see that he wasted his inheritance on wild living. The story is one of grace and mercy, yes. It’s a story of the Father’s love and mercy despite the wasting of our inheritance.
But here’s the thing. The story is about identity. At least the younger son knew he was a son, enough to ask the father for everything that belonged to him, as a son. At least he had the guts to ask, and he knew who he was.
The elder son did not know he was a son. He didn’t ask. He couldn’t ask. The father desired for him to know. But he didn’t know he was a son. If he did, he would have asked the father for anything.
Do I know I am a son of the Father? Do you? The Father gives Jesus himself to us. The Spirit of the Son is crying, “Abba! Father!” Jesus desires for us to ask the Father for anything, in his name. He says, “Don’t ask me, ask the Father, in my name.”
In that day, today, it’s time to,
“Live as a son. Ask as a son.”
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