The fall was tremendous. Nearly the entire nation, now split, was carried off into captivity. This was the northern side of the chosen people of God – Israel, the adulterous backslider. And God divorced them (Jeremiah 3:8).
But the people in the south – Judah – persisted in their pretentious sins, in full view of a beckoning God, with full knowledge of her sister’s failures, without fear that God would soon punish them, too, for their treachery. And God declared the backslider-sister more righteous than her harlot-sister (Jeremiah 3:11).
God calls, “Return, backslidden ones! I will not be angry with you! Confess your sins against Me, that you have wasted your inheritance and not obeyed Me! I will be merciful.” (Jeremiah 3:12-13).
God still waits, still calls, still looks for His son, His daughter, to come to Him…
I am the son who demanded my allowance from my Father. And I wasted it all, falling away into the lowest form of humanity in which a man can sink. But I came to my senses and remembered my Father’s call, could still hear my Father’s plea. I so desperately wanted to hold my Father and to feel the warmth of His love wrapped around my cold, dead soul.
Unknown to me was my Father’s searching of the horizon of history for men like myself, making a great sacrifice and raising It up high so I could find Him. And when I was still a great way off, He saw me before I saw Him, and He had compassion on me, and He ran to me, and hugged me and kissed me.
And I confessed, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and in Your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called Your son.” He forgave this sin-walker, declaring, “This, My son, was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.” (Luke 15:11-24)
History repeats itself over, and over, and over… Some do not return to the Father.
But some do.