“…in my father’s house…” such was the phrase proceeding out of a prodigal boy’s mouth, having just realized that he was a fool but I say, he was a compound fool. “For he who does not know and knows not that he does not know is a compound fool”. He was at his father’s house where there was provision for all; thereby made him to own it all. Little did he know the wealth of knowledge in the house for him to learn from, so, he decided to acquire his own portion of inheritance from his father and left for a strange city where he changed level from owning it all to losing it all before coming back to his senses.
Come along with me as we explore what a great deal of wisdom and knowledge awaited him to suck up into himself from the house but instead, he made off from them all for frivolities of life.
The very first thing to note is the fact that in the father’s house, there are rights, privileges and responsibilities for him as a son. His eyes were only on the rights and privileges and not on the responsibilities. He had the privilege to demand for his rights and also to either fulfill or neglect his responsibilities, so, he made his choice. But it will amaze you to discover that it was in his responsibilities as a son rested the procedural steps to develop and make him fit, capable and ready to handle judiciously his inheritance to continuously multiply maximally. How foolish he was. If only he had known earlier, he wouldn’t had taken such a stupid step which only when retraced could earn him just the upkeep till his father passed on. So, here comes the question for you, “where is your father’s house?” Is it your office, rented apartment, classroom, parent’s house, or the business you are managing for someone else? Whatever platform it is, know that there are privileges, rights and responsibilities therein for you but focus more on carrying out your responsibilities well enough for that is your making and building platform for your own future fulfillment. Remember Joseph going through the enmity in his father’s house, serving his foreign master and living in the prison. In it all, he was hopeful and cheerfully discharging his mandated duties, in that way, getting his heart cultured not to hold offense against anyone for they were only tools to shaping him as an instrument in God’s hand for an appointed time. That was why he could say to his brothers at the end that, “…fear not: for am I in the place of God? But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive…” What a correct and perfect state of heart?
