"I am coming home"

Slowly he approached the place he once called home. Questions raged within him, questions he thought he knew the answers to. But secretly he hoped the answers he knew were wrong, secretly he hoped for acceptance, secretly he hoped for love. ‘But doesn’t hope always disappoint?’ Thoughts collided in his head, they multiplied, they divided, but never did they add. Everything around him screamed ‘Turn back!! Don’t make a fool of yourself!’

He sat down on a rock close by; he had made it to the lane that would lead to him to his father’s house. ‘Should I go in?’ he questioned himself and his thoughts continued ‘I guess I shouldn’t. Which father would accept a son who has wasted everything the father had given him? If I was the father I would not accept a son who has done what I have done. What a mess have I made! Why? Oh Why? Did I squander everything? My father gave me half of what he had worked for his entire life and look what I made out of it. I have destroyed it, blown it away to things that never gave me peace, blown it away for memories that will haunt me my entire life, blown it to do things I’ll regret my entire life. What have I done? I can’t go. I won’t go.’

He had decided. He won’t be going, nobody needs him there. Come to think of it his father does care, else ‘Wouldn’t he have come searching for me?’ This was the last thought. He had, had enough, he stood up, as he was about to leave the lane, he decided to take one last look at his home. He couldn’t help but stare at its beauty. ‘Why is it so picturesque? Why is it so inviting? No! I can't go. I have to walk away’

Just then he saw someone was running down that lane, running towards him, more than anything he was running like a mad man. His heart stopped, his thoughts blanked, his eyes widened, his knees weakened and finally his vision blurred because of the tears, he recognized the man running towards him. It was his father! Do I need to say more? Do I need to describe what happened after this? Well I don’t think so? But still if you want to know go on and read Luke 15:11-32(Bible).

We might have broken the heart of the Father. We might have squandered away the Fathers blessings. But the Father doesn’t care about this. We can come to Him empty handed, because He can fill them. We can come to Him with tattered shoes, because He can stitch us new ones. We can come to Him wearing rags, because He can robe us with the beauty of the lilies.

Before He can do all this, there is just one thing we need to do. We need to come. Come back home.

For every prodigal there is a radical Father