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I love to travel.  There are many beautiful places to visit in the USA and abroad.  As much as I like to go, I am always ready to come home, because home is where I belong.

One of my favorite passages of Scripture is the parable of the Prodigal Son who liked to travel, too.  (Luke 15)

The Reader’s Digest version goes like this:  The story is about a young son who asks for his inheritance, leaves his father and heads for the far country.  While away, he squanders his wealth, suffers through a famine, and hits rock bottom.  At rock bottom, the Bible tells us he came to his senses and decided the best thing to do was to go home, admit that he was wrong, and ask his father to make him a hired servant.

When he arrived home, his father didn’t make him a hired servant at all!  In fact, he brought out the best robe, put a ring on his hand, sandals on his feet, killed a fattened calf, and held a celebration!

Every time I read this parable, I think about the trips I have made to the far country without ever leaving home; the times I feel like a million miles away from God in a place where I don’t belong.

The far country I am talking about is not a beautiful place, but a land of selfishness, pride, anger, unforgiveness, worry, doubt, and fear. A place that is far away from my Heavenly Father.

Many roads lead to the far country, but only one leads home; the road of repentance, and at the end of the road, our Heavenly Father is right where we left Him, waiting with His arms opened wide to welcome us back home.

We had to celebrate this happy day.  For your brother was dead and has come back to life!  He was lost, but now he is found!  Luke 15:32