Prodigal God, You meet us
in the messiness of life and in our certainty.
You meet us like a Mothering God clothing us with robe, ring, and
sandals. You remind us, like the Older
Son, that we are “always with You.” Help us own our lostness. Help us realize that repenting isn’t about
blame or shame, but about a turning toward You.
Jolt us from ways of death ~ whether that is addiction or racing through
life or holding resentment that causes our blood to boil ~ granting us strength
to go toward life. Help me like the
younger son to come to my senses. Help
me put aside and away the joyless pouting of the older son. Help me live in the Prodigal Father’s lavish
love that You give each of us every day when we open our eyes to this day You
have made. In the name of the One whose
Parables help us understand and live the good news of Your story, Jesus the
Christ. Amen.
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