Ok…I admit, I have always loved the Parable of The Prodigal Son.
I like to focus on the Father.
Imagine him getting up each morning wondering,
‘Is this the day? Will I see my son today?
Will my son finally come to his senses and return home?’
And each day he stares into the distance….
hoping beyond hope….
and then that day finally arrives.
what about that older brother???
Yes, I’ve read Nouwen and other commentaries,
and yes, it all makes sense…
in your heart of hearts…
isn’t there just a little part of you that feels some injustice here?
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord. Isaiah 55:8
Sometimes it’s hard
Sometimes I just don’t get it