Returning Home
I was in the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 15, reading the Parable of the Lost Son, also known as the Prodigal Son. It’s a passage I’ve read a million times. I’ve analyzed it time and again, from every angle. I recognize the father who welcomes home the son who spent all his inheritance, as our Father in heaven. I love how the father runs out to meet his son, embraces him and kisses him, even though the son didn’t deserve it. The father throws him a party as he celebrates his return. I am confident that every time one of God’s own children turns back to him, he likewise meets him (or her) without hesitation. No groveling needed. No begging necessary. Just pure rejoicing in the return of one who has gone astray. Interestingly, it wasn’t until the younger son had squandered away all of his inheritance and found himself hungry, that he began his journey back home, seeking out his father. Scripture tells us that he had been “dead” and came back to life again; he was lo