Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.
One New Year's Eve our son begged to go to a friend's house. He had just started skateboarding and was making new friends, some of whom we did not know. It was a trying time. He was to be home by 9:00 p.m.
Nine o'clock came and went, and he didn't come home. We called the number he had left; there was no answer. We waited. We prayed. We fretted.
Finally, he called. "Can you come pick me up?" "Where are you?" "I don't know." He tried to describe the intersection. It could have been one of two dozen in the city. He was on the other side of town. I got into the car with my cell phone and headed out. It started to sleet. Traffic was horrible. I couldn't find him. I drove, called home, and drove some more.
Then, by chance, I turned around in a fast-food restaurant parking lot and there he was, huddled under the awning trying to stay dry. He got in the car but flinched as I turned to him. I was angry. But I looked into his eyes and saw how alone, cold, and afraid he was. "I'm so happy that you are safe," I said. We both cried. "Come on, let's go home."
I had often read the story of the Prodigal Son, but I never really understood it until that night. (2002)
PRAY for The Church of the Province of the Indian Ocean
Ps 32; Joshua 5:9-12; 2 Corinthians 5:16-21
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