One of my favorite passages is the story of the prodigal son in Luke 15. Every time I read the story I think about my own journeys away from God. Those moments when I foolishly decide I can do life on my own out of my selfishness and stubbornness.
Then what happens? I fall flat on my face and can’t get up. I see the error of my way and realize there is only One that can’t pick me up, clean me up, and bring me back to life.
That last verse is one that we all need to remember. Because when a brother or sister has realized where they have been and need that forgiving grace, we need to celebrate and thank God for the change of heart.
“Celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.”
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