Renee Emerson

Bryan reminds me that in the story of the prodigal son, the father saw the son coming from afar, which means the father was watching for him, likely every day, scanning the horizon, hoping for a glimpse of the son he loved, hoping this son who said he would never come back would return to him. As soon as he saw him turned towards home, returning, he ran to him, despite the pig-sty smell of the son and the wasteful excess of the son and the prideful hate of the son. So I know that I too can wait for a loved one to return, “be of courage, and wait” on the Lord to act, to turn him toward home. Even when it seems hopeless.