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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

   

The Legend Of Our Name Minimize

Many people ask us where the name of the band came from. Actually, it started with a story told to us by an amazing speaker and friend to us Pastor Bill Yonker. The story inspired Beth to write a song called 100 White Flags and put it on a solo project of hers that she gave the same name to. The story was originally written by author Richard Pindell a long time ago and it had inspired another band to write a song of there own.  It’s obvious that Richard’s story was inspired by Christ’s parable of the prodigal son found in Luke 15:11-32. The story has brought much inspiration and hope to people. We felt the story was the very message we wanted to give our audience and so we made it our name and felt inclined to feature it on our sight.

Somebody’s Son

After a heated fight between a father and a son erupted but again, the son chose to pack some clothes and leave his father and mother. After being gone about a month, the boy missed his parents and his home as his anger ebbed away. Finally he knew he should go home. Waiting for his train, he began to fear that maybe his dad didn't want him home. He ran to a pay phone and called home. His mom answered and was flooded with relief when she heard her son's voice. She quickly begged him to come home. He explained that he had already bought a ticket but was afraid that his father didn't want him home, so he asked his mother: "Mom, can you guarantee dad wants me to come home?" The mom was silent for a moment and when the boy asked why she was so quiet the mom said, "Son, your dad is a changed man since the day you left. He hardly speaks anymore -- even to me, and you know how close we are. He never smiles or laughs. He simply goes to work, comes home, broods over dinner, watches TV then goes to bed. On the weekends he sits by his workbench in the garage all alone.

"But mom," the son said, "Does he want me to home? I'm not coming home if I'm not wanted. Mom, what do you say, my train is here and I need to board?" "I can't give that guarantee son, your father won't talk to me, just please come home," pleaded the mom. "I gotta know, mom. Can you give me the guarantee?" "Son, I just don't know about a guarantee." The boy then got an idea. "Mom, he said, "tell dad I'm on the train and I want to come home. Tell him the train will run on the tracks that go behind the back of your property. If he wants me to come home, tell him to hang a white handkerchief from a branch of that old dead apple tree we were going to chop down that's out by the tracks. If I see a handkerchief, I know I can come home; if there isn't one, I'll know I'm not wanted and I'll keep going on the train. Mom, I gotta go. Tell dad what I said. Bye Mom." The boy hung up and jumped on the train. He entered a train car that was filled with strangers. He sat by a window next to an older, stately-looking man, but he kept to himself staring out the window. Finally the older man nudged the boy and said, "Son, it's obvious you have something on your mind. I'll leave you be if you want, but sometimes it helps to talk over your troubles. I've been told I'm a good listener."

The boy looked at the face of the kind stranger and began to tell his story. The boy told of his fight with his father, how he had left home a month ago, and how now he wanted to go home. He told of calling his mom and how she was to let the father know the boy was on the train and that if he was welcome, to tie a white handkerchief on the branch of that old dead apple tree. After finishing the story the boy could tell everyone in the train was eavesdropping. Then up ahead he saw the last bend before the train would run along the back of his parents' property. He pointed the bend out to the stranger, then buried his face in his hands, and doubled over with crying, too afraid to look what was or was not on the tree. The boy felt the train make the bend. He literally felt everyone straining to look out the windows on his side as he knew they were approaching the apple tree. He was hoping they'd yell, "There it is!" or "Hurray!" or "Look at it!" but instead there was simply an audible gasp. The boy knew it must be bad news so he cried harder. But the stranger said, "Son, it's time to grow up. It's time to face your future. Face your future and look.

The boy sat up and pulled away his hands, and looking out the window as the train passed the apple tree, he saw not one white handkerchief was on the branch of that tree. What he saw was that there were a hundred white handkerchiefs on a hundred branches of that tree! The message was oh so clear. The dad was saying, "Please come home! You are welcome to come home! I need you home. I want you to come home!"

I tell you that to tell you this: Our Father in heaven welcomes us to His home. Oh, He doesn't hang a handkerchief from an apple tree, but His Son Jesus hung on a tree called the cross that reconciled us again to the Father. And it wasn't white flapping in the breeze, it was red. Jesus' red blood flowed, cleansing us of all of our sins. The message is unmistakable; we are welcome again into the family of God, because Jesus' sacrifice makes it so. God, our Father, is welcoming us home. He's giving us eternal life in heaven. He wants us home with Him.

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