Point, Counterpoint!
My friend the prodigal was lost. That is not a guess that is what scripture says.
For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.
Secondly claiming that any born again believer can live daily in the practice of sin makes 1John incorrect.
Whosoever is born of God doth not commit (practice) sin; for his seed remaineth in him: and he cannot (practice) sin, because he is born of God.
In this the children of God are manifest, and the children of the devil: whosoever doeth not righteousness is not of God, neither he that loveth not his brother.
We can know the real and the false. The problem is that because of faulty preaching and teaching many have made professions and never gotten saved so the lost do not know they are lost.
Great point FAL, and you won't get an argument from me. However, I look at it this way. Sin does separate us from God, and when the Prodigal walked away, he was dead as you say, to his father, just like we are dead to the Father while following sin.
I find it hard to believe that the deeper intrenched we become in sin, the more inclined the Father is to turn from us until we return to Him.
While I rebelled and out of anger, trued to push God away, I never once felt that He wasn't future than a prayer of repentance away. My life was complicated during those years, but I know that He never stopped loving me, even though many of the actions of my life indicated just the opposite when it came to my love for Him.
When everything fell apart (marriage, family, ministry) my anger with God caused me to pack up my belongings and leave. However, "The Hound of Heaven" by Dr. Mickey Anders of the First Christian Church Pikeville, Kentucky September 23, 2001 (based on Romans 1:19-21) has always reminded me of the prodigal daze I was under, and how HE never once gave up on me.
Don't get me wrong, Even though I was living life my way, I couldn't get so far from God that the continued need to repent from the conviction I faced (sometimes, moment after moment). The only problem was, I noticed that my prayers of repentance grew weaker each time I uttered them heavenward! And after years of sinning and repenting, the prayers became like a noisey din, going nowhere because I only returned to the vomit.
It took a few days of feeling, as though I was cut off from God and that my prayers were empty catechism uttering that led me deep into a state of depression (and me eating out of the farmers pig trough) that found me nearly taking my life, except for the grace of God, the attempt failed, and with days, I was being greeted by my Heavenly Father, with the brass ring and a family feast waiting.
I believe so much of what you call one thing is merely semantics. You'd have to have lived in and walked in my shoes to understand what I went through, and what I knew while I plowed my way deep into a pit of sin.
He never left me, that I know, but, there was a three-day period (between my attempted suicide and my complete return to Him) where I was empty and void of Him. I came out of those three long days, closer to Him than I ever though possible. BTW, There is no other way to explain the miracle of His intervention in my suicide. It was God, who intervened, no doubt about it on my behalf.
I hope we can agree that our difference of opinion is merely semantic, and not theological.
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