Autobiography of the Prodigal Son

The 18-wheeler saw me just in time. "Thanks for the ride, man.  I really appreciate the lift."
    "How long ya been hitchin', young man?"
    "Not long.  Came from the windy city 'bout a week ago."  The rig was heading south. I was wandering how far this trucker might take me.
    "You look rather frail.  Had anything to eat?
   "Man, I've lost everything. Haven't got a dime to my name. My last job, believe it or not, was slopping hogs -- just yesterday on an Iowa farm.  I was so hungry I could've eaten right along with the pigs, if I had a spoon!"
    "Well, you're young and your life is yet ahead of ya.  You'll do all right.  Hard work will not kill ya!"
    "But you don't understand. I'm Jewish! It's against our religion to even be around swine. I'm a disgrace to my family for sure. And to make it worse, that's where I'm headed now. I'm going back home."
    "Visiting the family, huh?  That'll be nice."
   "Not to visit!  I'm hoping my dad will hire me as a clerk in his store."
"So things have been going sour for ya, huh?"
"Worse than that -- I hit absolute rock bottom.  But I am willing to work hard if my dad will forgive me and at least give me another chance.  My older brother is still there helping Dad with the store.  He was always telling me what to do, so I left for the big city.  I convinced Dad to give me some money and I never looked back -- till now.  And the moneys gone!  And my pride, too! So I'm not sure what lies ahead -- if I'll be disowned or what?"
     "So why go back then?"
    "Well, I guess you could say I finally came to my senses.  My brother, at least, has good food to eat.  Mom's a great cook, ya know!  And well ... I realized that life can throw you some curves that are downright hard to hit."
    "You mean you've matured a little.  That's good."
    "I don't feel mature.  I think that I'm a total failure, and so will my folks when they find out what I've done with my inheritance."
    Silence took over the cab for a while.  Gave me time to reflect on my change of heart.  Anyhow, I've stopped trying to figure it out. I just feel it's time to return home.
    "Thanks for the ride, Buddy. See ya!"
    Approaching the old homestead in the distant, I could see ... who is that standing on the porch ... with out-stretched arms. Is that Dad?  My gosh, it's Dad!

   While he was still far away, his father saw him and
   was filled with compassion. He ran to his son, threw
   his arms around him, and kissed him affectionately
   . . . and the father said, "My son was dead, but now
  he is alive again!  He was lost, but now he is found!’"

    What in the world's he talking about?  "Dad, will you stop hugging me so tight?"

( Quotation taken from Luke 15:20-24 )

Authored by Reverend Virgil Brewer at Unity Chapel
March 1, 2005

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