The Prodigal walks the lonely road–determined…defiant…desperate. Knowing his need, but unwilling to turn back he heads aimlessly onward. Each weary step echoing his thoughts, “Help me. Help me. Help me.”
And The Prodigal’s father works hour after hour– captured by his unrelenting schedule–only to be greeted by the weight of sorrow and concern at the day’s end . The Prodigal’s mother feels as if life moves as slowly and methodically as the boy on the lonely road. Let me help. Let me help. Let me help.
But there is no word from the boy and the mother wonders, “Where is my boy sleeping tonight?” And she prays that God’s very warmth and presence would surround the Prodigal. Then, she waits for tomorrow.
Scripture for Reflection
“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’ Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue.” Luke 15: 4-7
