Luke chapter 15 tells one of my favourite stories in the Bible. The Prodigal Son goes off squandering his inheritance with wasteful living. I can relate. We read further, how he finally came to his senses at the lowest point of his existence. He finds himself in a foreign land, feeding pigs, hungry, alone, and in rags and tatters. So hungry in fact, that he considers swine feed palatable. I can relate to being alone, and having a hungry soul that is in rags and tatters. Desperate, he remembers that he has a Father. So, he picks himself up, and goes to Dad.
His Father, sees him at a distance and runs to him, falls on his neck and kisses him. The son starts to repent, well grovel really, and his Dad responds with the most vehement love. Verse 22-24 tells the story: “But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring[a] out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on hisfeet. 23 And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry; 24 for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ And they began to be merry”.
What love is this? I to, have wandered and strayed far from home, but never beyond the realms of His love. He is Love after all, and His love is sure. I have heard it said that all who wonder are not lost. Well, I am here to tell you I wandered and was lost! That made me a stray. This is what happens when sons get lost, they become strays. But, when strays come home they become sons and daughters again. It is time to come home brother. Its time to come home sister.
(For more on my homecoming, read my post entitled Sobriety).