(credit: Varsha Salome)
A Father’s Heart
Many years ago when I was stationed in Kabul, I heard a beautiful message on the parable of the Prodigal Son. As I remember, that message painted a graphic picture of the father’s disregarding his zamindari dignity, hitching up his robes and running – in a rather unaristocratic manner, for his status – to embrace the returning son. But what about the interregnum? The son’s going away lacerated the father’s heart. Nothing could soothe the resulting ache. Possibly there was a plate set out at the dining table meal after meal, that sadly remained unused for a long, long time. There were painful reminders of his beloved son everywhere; but the son was pretty much leading his own life with little thought for home and hearth, for faith or family. There was no communication, no news, no nothing.
The father was looking out for his son every day, but there was nothing hopeful in the horizon. But there comes a moment in the son’s life brought about by God-arranged circumstances, when the son thinks of his father’s household. And then the wonderful denouement: the son returns! He comes home!!
Are you wandering somewhere?
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*15 January 2023, setting 1 January as Day 1
It’s always wonderful to know
No matter where one wanders like this prodigal -Gods ever embracing open arms await like this father – His unfailing unconditional love ❤️
Right Evelyn.