Thursday, March 29, 2001
Thursday, March 29, 2001
And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine
was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!' And they began to celebrate.
Finally another bus pulled in. People began filing through the gate. Across the terminal the woman
spotted her daughter. She began calling her name. She also began running across the terminal,
arms extended before her. Todd thought about how foolish she looked. They met and embraced in
the middle of the terminal. As Todd watched, he remembered a story. "A father had two
sons...while the boy was still a long way off the father ran out to greet him." And Todd thought
about God who runs out to greet us--whether we are coming back from a far country or whether
we are coming in from the garden where we have been shunning our brother. The greeting is the
same. "Welcome home, son, welcome home, daughter. Let the party begin."
(Luke
15:23-24
NRSV)
Todd Weber of Jacksonville, Florida tells of being in a bus station one night. There was an older
lady who was going from person to person saying, "Have you seen my daughter? Have you seen
my daughter? She is supposed to be on one of these buses." The woman came up to Todd and
asked him her question. Todd hadn't seen the woman's daughter but he told her to check at the
desk. She checked and they told her to take a seat. She waited and waited.
Dear God, no matter what I have done in my life, I am so thankful you welcome me in your arms
of love. Amen.
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