Not too long ago, I got word that someone who is very dear to me was doing very badly. He was strung out on drugs and living in an abandoned garage. As I heard this heartbreaking news, all I could think of was the prodigal son living in the hog pen. I was reminded that the prodigal son came to himself and went home. I began to pray for my dear loved one, that he would return to himself and to Jesus, who would not cast him out but would welcome him with open arms.
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