This is a song I wrote in a time of doubts and questions and comes out of a very personal place. I hope my words can connect with you wherever you are and encourage you to say "I'll Still Sing"
In the wake of the tragic events of a fellow actor and beloved artist (in what appears to be) taking his own life, at the behest of a lethal addiction- I watch the reaction of the world around me; I read in the status's of peers, expressing sadness and remorse for the loss of such a bright life. But in doing so, I also see something else- Many of those commenting on the tragic events seem to think the reason for this loss of life was because of the individuals fame, career and a life of being known by many and the pressures that came with that. At first glance, I mentally okay the logic and scroll on, but then I feel a catch in my mind.
It suddenly occurs to me... How many overdoses are there every year we will never hear about because the individuals involved are not famous, well known, or in blockbuster movies- But each having just as much or more "pressure" in there family, personal, or professional life as any celebrity we know?
After coming upon this realization, I am forced to maybe think that maybe the tragic events of us humans losing the fight to addictions, or even taking our own lives; fall upon something so much more serious than a job description.
While I don't pretend to know all the factors that played a part in these tragic events that happened over this past weekend. What I can speak to are the relationships around me and the tragedies I have witnessed first hand in lives of those whom I love and loved. I think it so often comes down to simply this. We live in a broken world, and no matter what this world tries to promise us this world does not fill the void we forever long for. No matter the amount of money, fame, respect (all the things we think would satisfy us) we were made for something else, that until we realize, we cannot find peace.
Someone once said
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”
Another wise person noted "There is a God shaped hole in all our hearts." The poor and the rich... The famous and the unknown.
We will never know what we were created for until we know who we were created by. We can never fill the void we feel in the depths of our souls until we invite the one who created them, in.
photo taken by my extremely talented roommate Ben Moen
Remember this today.
You are not an accident, you are not some random collection of cells wandering life aimlessly. NO, you are "fearfully and wonderfully made" designed by the master artist with purpose and intent. You are LOVED SO much, that no matter what your past holds or your present feels like or your future threatens you are NEVER to late to find redemption and live a beautiful story that was made JUST for you. Know that today, TODAY you have a creator (think on that for a second, you were CREATED) that has given his life just so you could have a personal connection -a RELATIONSHIP- with the one who powerfully holds the galaxies, masterfully engineered the atom, beautifully spins (at a perfect balance) all of nature and with passion and love created..... You.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8OfsPpe3sk&w=560&h=315] After living in a world of prodigals and feeling the pull to become one my self, I decided to use my gift, love and passion for story to tell the story of the Prodigal Son... To remind a world living in darkness there is a light we can return to.
I wrote a full length feature film as a moden-retelling of the Prodigal Son. Above is the short trailer I directed with the help of amazing volunteers to show just a glimpse of what this film could and will be.
Right now I am in the process of raising enough funds to see this story come to life.
I am asking you to help, because I believe that this is a story that Jesus used to show people the powerful vision of his redemptive power.
I believe if and when this movie comes out, it will be a light in the darkness and a call to all of us who long for redemption and a home back to the one who made us.
If you want to join a movement that is going to make a story that needs to be told come to life please visit the website www.ConfessionsOfAProdigalSon.com and see the amazing prizes and gifts you get for being apart of this project!
Thank you so much for your support, prayers and help.
Please feel free to contact me with any questions you might have.
-Nathan John Clarkson
The Prodigal Son: A story that undoubtedly strikes fear into the hearts of mothers and fathers everywhere, and lights memories in the minds of sons and daughters who remember it's tale.
It’s the story of a wayward son who demands his inheritance early, and ends up leaving his home and squandering his money on everything from sex to gambling.
The prodigal son eventually finds himself broke and in the dirt with memories of home running through his mind, which is when he decides to return home and beg for forgiveness and maybe just a job as a servant in his fathers household.
But, upon his arrival, instead of bowed heads of disappointment, he finds the loving embrace of his parent.
I think this story is one we can all relate to, whether we are the prodigal or know someone who is.
It is a story that has, or will become, a common theme as we observe life.
Different people focus on different aspects of the story:
-As parents, I’m sure the immediate inclination is to ensure that it never becomes a reality for their children.
-As pastors and teachers, I’m sure there is a need to show the detriment of selfish desires and sinful living.
-But as a son, who has been a prodigal once or twice in his life, my interest lays in what pulls the Prodigal home.
What is the voice inside when the Prodigal is the most down and out calls him home, and why did he listen to it?
Why is the wayward son suddenly willing to humble himself to the lowest position just for a chance to be back in his parents care?
I can remember times in my life when I found myself surrounded by the consequences of my poor choices and willful rebellion.
And the thing that ended up pulling me home, the driving force to my return to the straight and narrow, wasn’t the facts or opinions on rebellious living I had heard a thousand times in church.
It wasn’t the countless warnings of sin (now too late to be applied, anyway).
Instead, it was something so much more personal, real and tangible.
It was the song of my home that would play in my ears, as I would sit head in my hands, trying to find the light in a dark situation.
It was remembering the warm embrace of a loving family and an inviting home.
It was the grace I knew my mistakes would always be met with.
It was the warm meals, good conversation and the personal connection I missed with the ones I loved.
Essentially, my reason for choosing to leave my prodigal tendencies in the past and return home to my loved ones was having loved ones and a home worth returning to.
There is a Biblical picture for this that God paints masterfully throughout the bible. After all humanity (you and I) decided to live its own way and rebel against the way life was meant to be lived (as Prodigals). God first decides that instead of just getting rid of us, He wants us to have a chance at redemption by forgiving us.
But he doesn’t stop there. The way God redeems us and shows us forgiveness is giving us a chance at a personal relationship with God!
But THEN He goes on and creates place for us to come home to, a beautiful perfect place where there will be “No more tears”.
God looks down on you and me, after our display of rebellious independence, and calls us home with to a loving embrace of a parent and a perfect vision of home...Heaven.