The Prodigal Bomber
Posted by appolus on December 31, 2007
“Have you ever prayed for a loved one for a long time? You pray and trust in the Lord and you actually see that person getting worse, going from one bad decision to another. You talk to them and you share with them and you try to council them and convince them that everything they need, the answer to their deepest problems lie with the Lord Jesus.”
THE PRODIGAL BOMBER
Many of you read a piece I posted back in April. I got some great feedback and just wanted to let people know that five weeks ago, my 24 year old son got down on his knees before me and cried out to God, inviting Him into his heart.
This came at the end of a very troubled road but was the fullfilment of the vision I wrote about in “The Prodigal Bomber.” May all who find themselves alone on the field, gazing skyward, be encouraged this day. Below is “The Prodigal Bomber,” for those who have not read it. In the beauty of Holiness………Frank
The Prodigal Bomber
Luk 15:24 for this my son was dead and is alive again, he was lost and is found.
Have you ever prayed for a loved one for a long time? You pray and trust in the Lord and you actually see that person getting worse, going from one bad decision to another. You talk to them and you share with them and you try to council them and convince them that everything they need, the answer to their deepest problems lie with the Lord Jesus.
The deeper the trouble they get into, the more desperate we become some times in sharing Jesus. And yet, the greater their need, the greater their rejection of you and the truth that you hold out to them. You see them going down and you know in your heart that this beautiful light that is within you would be the answer to their seeming hopelessness and despair, and still they reject you. I would like to encourage every brother and sister that is in that category today.
This morning I saw an image of my son, call it a vision, call it a dream, be very cynical and call it wishful thinking if you like. Yet in my vision I saw my son standing beside me at the mens study on Monday night. I was introducing the men to my son.
I was telling them how I had held him up in the air when he was less than a week old and that I had dedicated him to God, even although I myself had walked away from God at that point.
I was sharing how at the age of seven my son gave his heart to the Lord. And up to the age of 13 how we would walk to a home group together in the warm summer evenings and talk about the Lord and how exciting the prospect of Him perhaps coming back soon. I shared how that my son went into middle school and was bullied. How he went of the rails and I lost my son.
We did not speak any more, just scream at each other. How he ran away at 16 and I found myself outside a house in Wyndotte County , where he supposedly had stayed a few nights, challenging the man inside to come out and fight with curses. How this was the lowest point of my Christianity and that I had, for a moment, reverted back to a life that I had long ago left behind because everything was spinning out of my control.
How I got back home and fell to my knees, completely broken and cried out to God. How the Lord whispered to me , “let Him go Frank, give him to me, you just speak life into him.” How the Lord asked me this question “What would have happened if the prodigal Father had not let the prodigal son go?” Giving me no answer, but the answer came from the Spirit within. I shared how my sons life got worse after I handed him over to Jesus.
So many times tempted to doubt the Lord but never gave into the doubt. So many times having to ignore what was happening in the natural and trust the Lord that He was in charge and that there was movement in the spiritual.
Then in my vision I was standing on an airfield. It was WW11. Thirty planes had went on the bombing mission, 23 had came back, six had been reported to have been destroyed, and the last one was unaccounted for.
The last one was my son. I stood on the airfield with many, just staring into the skies above. Straining to see any sight of the bomber. There was nothing. One by one the people that were looking walked away until I looked around and I stood alone in the field. I kept straining my eyes, yet there was nothing.
At a certain point a friend came out and looked at his watch, he said “Frank, they would have ran out of Gas 20 minutes ago, cmon, its time to go.” I told him to go on in, I would be there soon. When he left, the silence and the loneliness overwhelmed me. I just fell to my knees and cried out to God.
Now it wasn’t even humanly possible for my son to return. And as I lay there on the grass, I heard a very faint noise. My intellect told me that my mind was playing tricks on me. Yet, the noise got a little louder. I looked up but I could not see anything. There was clouds and darkness and nothing.
Yet the noise remained, I strained my eyes again, hoping against hope, faith fighting against unbelief and there it was, only a speck in the distance, but it was certainly a plane. It was my plane , it was my son, and against all the odds and even the laws of physics, here comes the plane.
It is battered and torn and only one of the props was working, but it was his plane and he was coming home. All those who had left the field now were back and were screaming and shouting with joy. Miraculously, even although all hope had been lost and all had given up, including myself, here came my son and the plane landed even although it was almost completely destroyed by the flack.
Now I am back at the mens meeting. And I say “This is my son who was dead but is alive again , he was lost but now is found.”
Will this happen?Yes I believe it will. When it does I will be glad to report it to you. He has made me a promise and no matter what , I believe the report of the Lord. So many times we have to come to an end of ourselves and that is where the Lord steps in. And when He does, then all the glory will be His.
Perhaps you find yourself alone in the field of life today? Can I encourage you, you are not alone. Yes there will be times when every one you know will not stand with you, that things seem impossible, that you have come to the end of yourself, but do you know who you will meet when you arrive “at the end of yourself,?” yes, Jesus.
Keep staring at the skies for that field is a field of hope. Our God is bigger than all that we can see. He sees what we cannot. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. All things are possible. Rest in hope, rejoice in hope, let expectancy do its work. He is pleased with our faith, and He is pleased when we come to Him and believe that all things are possible, it is in this diligence that we will find our reward.
A Call To The Remnant 
faithwalk said
Bless the Lord for your sons return to Fathers house! It is the hope of every parent who loves the Lord that their prodigals will come home, just as we did.
I am so thankful for our faithful God, who woos them back; and for His grace that keeps us steadfast. surely in our own strength we will fail.
Blessings to you Frank, in the Lord Jesus Christ! I pray that you are having a wonderful time at home in Scotland! Write when you return and tell us the latest news.
In His service and grace,
Susan
appolus said
Hi Susan
I just got home from Scotland yesterday(Sat 26th) I will digest what happened in Scotland and then write about it 🙂
Be blessed in Jesus
timbob said
Good evening again. I hope that you don’t mind excess comments. I have never read this before, but it was very much needed tonight. I’ve mentioned before the need for those in my household to come to Jesus. I often pray “Lord; please do whatever is necessary to bring them all into the household of faith.” An unsaved person is in jeopardy every hour and the thought of any in this family going into eternity without Christ is unbearable.
This post has been a much-needed encouragement to keep praying and to not allow discouragement to set in. Even if things seem to get worse; just be still and know that the Lord is doing a work. Thanks for a most encouraging report. I noticed the first comment from Susan and was wondering if you have heard from them lately.
Blessings always in Jesus name.
timbob (again)
appolus said
Hi Tim, God bless you brother and I am glad that you were encouraged. I know well the helpless and sometimes desolate feelings I have had in regard to my family. Obviously my wife not being a Christian is a pain that is quite unique, I think it is usually the other way around. My brother and mys sister, both hopeless drug addicts. Went home a couple of years ago to see my sister into a mental ward. To see that kind of devastation in any human being is tough, to see my sister in all of her degradation was perhaps one of the lowest points in my life. Yet brother, yet, Jesus, my sanity, my light in the darkness, the very breath that I breathe, but for HIm brother I would be worse than my sister and brother combined. Sometimes I feel a survivors guilt, like a lone soldier, still alive and his comrades dead and not understanding “why me.” All I can do is wonder, wonder at the mercy of God that keeps hope alive. He is the wellspring of my hope and in Him I know that all things are possible, despite what I see with my eyes. I will shut my eyes and raise my soiritual eyes to the hills, to the heavens, where my help comes from, from the maker of the heavens and the earth and rememeber what a vast God that I serve. So I trust HIm and it allows me to live. I trust Him , yet though He slay me, I trust HIm and in that I find my peace. Resigned, broken, and laying in the arms of the Lord……….brother Frank
I have nor heard from Susan for almost a year.
ladysheepdog said
Wanted to start somewhat from the beginning of your posts. The Set Free “denomination” had/has a saying, “Bring then to the curb LORD, but spare their life.” when praying for those that are lost or are prodigals. Glad to read your son came home. How are things with your wife and other family members today?
I just spent a 50 year stay, the last 25 of those quite deeply, in a pit of dread and despair. All the while our Loving Father and Savior told me He knew where I was at and that He’s sees me and all that was going on. And that His Grace was sufficient for me. He finally has brought me out of the miry clay and has set my feet on a rock to stay. He has made my feet as hind’s feet and placed me on the high places as He promised. I too, when I was a teenager started to strive for the, though He slay me, yet will I trust Him, thing. I also have strived since then to be like Shadrach and the other two and say. “Even if He doesn’t save me, I won’t bow down.”
He let me be destroyed, but has made me bigger and better than before. I am on the hunt for giants that defy the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Though I may only have a stone and a sling shot and I may be of the least of whomever, I know Whom I serve and of Whom has the Words Of Life. I know Who is greater in me than he who is in the world. I am only stopped by Him and the sound of my footsteps sends our enemy running away.
Thanks for taking the time to read my comment. I look forward to reading more of your posts. Yeshua’s Blessings on you and yours. Susan Frigge.
appolus said
God bless you Susan. It was a long road for my son, who is now 40, and when this was wrote was in his early 20s. My wife of 42 years is not saved. A lot less hostile to the gospel. My youngest son who is 30 and has Down Syndrome loves Jesus. My 14 year old grandson goes to church with his dad and was baptized a couple of years ago at his request…………………..bro Frank