Why Go Home?
One day the boy awoke. He knew what he would do. He was heading home. It was a long journey. What spurred his decision? His life was an absolute train wreck. Had he done this all himself…to himself? Yes! There was no one else left to blame. And why was he going home? Did he think the neighbors wouldn’t notice his return? Did he think they wouldn’t murmur or that the news wouldn’t spread like wildfire? Did he think they would welcome him with open arms? What about his own brother? Would he have expected him to be happy about his homecoming? Did he already feel the glare in his brother’s eyes? Could he hear the loud though unspoken “I told you so’s?” Why would he go home? Was he able to bring back all the money he had squandered? No! It was forever gone. Was he able to bring back an explanation of what he had done? Everybody expects an explanation, don’t they? Don’t they want to know why? Well…just tell me why you did it! Help me understand! No…he had no explanation. He went his own way. He went far. He did wrong…a lot of it. He couldn’t even come back with a good explanation. Will you tell me why he thought of going home where so many wouldn’t understand…where so many would speak of him but not to him…where so many might wish he had never come home? Why go home? Answer: he had a father there! Such a father! And though he expected and would demand absolutely nothing from him…yet he hoped. There was something about his father. Something that caused him to put one foot in front of the other…something that caused him to prepare a proper speech…something that kept him going all the long way home against all the odds. And when he heard the sound of footsteps and lifted up his eyes and saw his father running toward him, no doubt with tears streaming, he knew his decision was right. Finally, no matter what others thought, said or did, he was home. His brave journey home exposed the great heart of his wonderful father and turned on an unquenchable light for every sinner since. And every single time one sinner comes home, the melody of hope is heard in the land. Other sinners hearing it, think to themselves, “What am I doing here? I have a Father waiting!”