The Prodigal Son
The dissolute son finds himself far away from his home and his father, debased, degraded, demoralized and defeated. At home in the mud pit of his own doing and yet not at home. A vague memory stirs. Home fires burning somewhere far away. He pulls himself out and starts home.
His father, seeing him coming from afar, drops what he is doing and runs to his son and welcomes him back, treating him to all the good things he had walked away from. Of course, the father in the story is the Father. This is the beauty and the sweet message of this story, that though the son strayed so far as soon as he headed home his father ran, did not walk but ran, to meet him. For every turn we make toward our Father, He turns even faster, ready to meet us and take us back.
