19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
The prodigal son returned home with more than a small measure of apprehension. After all he had taken his inheritance and squandered it on what amounted to a whole lot of nothing. Yet upon his return his father ran to greet him, enveloping his filthy, pig pen stench wafting son in the most welcoming embrace as tears flowed from his eyes. I was dressed in a dress, face made up and smelling good but the hug and tears from my mother reminded me of this story. As I was wrapped in her arms listening to her tears of joy I imagined how unworthy but how truly loved that prodigal son must have felt. To be welcomed with unquestioned, undiminished unconditional love after the shameful way he had behaved was humbling.
This experience and picture for me is a glimpse of our homecoming with God. He already knows our stories, our failures, triumphs, missteps, and wrongs yet His arms are wide open excitedly waiting to wrap us in His all-consuming love and forgiveness.
Making His praise glorious!
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