I would say we can quickly recognize the Prodigal in our own life or in others. But how quick are we to examine ourselves to see the bitterness of the son who walked with the father, daily, but truly did not recognize the unconditional love the father had for both sons.
The older son was physically living with the father, but his head nor his heart knew as much about the father as the one who had run off. A warning to me to guard against taking the Heavenly Father & His unconditional love for me for granted and falling into the “ I deserve this” pit. Maybe a worse place to be than the pig sty!
These days, especially since obama, it's like the lights came back on and things I never really understood or took that seriously have my full attention.
I am a prodigal son but better at it, with more of the son who stayed home's ego and attitude, so perhaps my homesickness has taken longer to get serious, to where I can't talk myself out of it.
What I found is that there is a lot along that long walk home that tries to convince a wayward lost boy like me that things aren't so bad, to stop walking back home, don't deserve it anyway and besides, the view is fine from here.
Being so easily distracted, I've come to appreciate obama and all he's done to make it and keep it real and show me in a way I could understand that the party is over and put me back on the road home.