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The Wayward Son

“Dad, I’m taking what’s mine and leaving.”

“Why? I hoped you would want to work with your brother and I in the business. When I retire the business will be yours, and your brother’s. ”

“No. I want to see the world, travel.” He turned away avoiding the crestfallen look on his father’s face.

A few days later Mick closed out his accounts, cashed in his trust fund, took his share of the estate and left.

For months following he traveled the world, living like a man with no responsibilities or obligations. No concerns or thoughts to who or what he left behind and none for those he met along the way. He dined and partied with men and women who showed him a good time, drove fast cars, stayed at five-star hotels and resorts eating and drinking at expensive restaurants while spending, and charging all without a care. Life was good, easy. He felt free. But the money ran out, credit cards expired, loans defaulted, and he was broke, unable to pay his debts.

Now desperate and hungry he hauled grain and feed to the stock pens of a farmer eating what he could glean. When he asked for food, they replied. “Go away, can you not see all the hungry who still have no food to eat. There isn’t enough for our own.” So, he searched through alleys for scraps in waste bins behind the bars he once hung out in.

I will go home and apologize to my father and ask if he will hire me on as one of his construction workers. They at least eat well and are paid for their wages earned. I have earned nothing but the shame and disrespect of my family. Will even God forgive me for all I have done?

While walking up the long-gated drive to his father’s home he was met with the warm loving arms of his father, never asking where he’d gone or what he’d done. Only how happy he was to see him and know he had ‘come home.’ His father asked his servants to prepare a very special, festive dinner and celebration with his best wine for his youngest son had returned home.

But when Stan Jr. the older son saw all the commotion and celebration going on, he came to his father and asked what he was doing and why.

“Did I not work for you all these years faithfully running things at the business just like you taught me? And yet, now you spoil him with an outlandish display of gifts and party. Do I not deserve the same or better for all I have done?”

“Stan Sr. replied, “Son, all you need do is ask and it is yours to enjoy. All I have is yours already. But your brother was lost to us all those years and now has returned. It is time to celebrate, not be bitter. Let’s party.”

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Joyce E. Mannhalter © 2019

The above story is fiction, but the truth and parable are scriptural. The story of the prodigal son is found in Luke 15: 11-32 of the New Testament Bible. It is one of many parables or stories Jesus shared with his disciples to illustrate a truth or lesson. This parable story is one of my favorites as it depicts the love our Father God has for us who come to him lost, with a repentant heart seeking forgiveness and wishing for a new beginning, a new life in Him. receiving the gift of salvation and the guidance of the Holy Spirit in directing our steps while on our journey of faith. I love how this father reached out to his lost son in love with no condemnation or questions as to where he’d been or how he conducted his life before his return. As Father’s Day is approaching on Sunday, June 16th I thought this parable story a perfect one to share and hope you have enjoyed reading my own fictional modern version of the parable of the ‘Prodigal Son’. I want to wish all fathers out there a Happy Father’s Day. Best wishes to you and yours on this special day.

JEM

I lay out my heart

I lay out my heart, and with pen I write

my thoughts and words like a transcript of old

letters mailed out when we thought them to be

the thing that became such a welcomed sight.

I hope and pray that you read this and find

how sincere my effort in finding a way

to express my feelings, for you’re still on my mind.

I didn’t know then, but our relationship drained

what friendship we’d nurtured, and tried to revive

only suffered more loss when I moved away,

and we lost all contact. There was nothing to gain

but live with regrets of things done or said.

A distance measured in miles we can relate,

but one of the heart is harder to maintain.

It suffers setback and grows further apart,

and now we see with a bitter reminder

there’s no going back, for there is no restart.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted for the Daily Post Weekly Writing challenge

 

‘Connection lost’

This is my response to The Daily Post

 

Whether by distance in virtual miles between when two who cannot come together often to nurture their relationship, or by something that intruded into a friendship causing a riff, there comes a time when one needs to put that one relationship in a ‘holding pattern’, or the pages of history. Use an opportunity to meet new people, build on a new foundation. Find a common interest.  Trying to hang on to, or resuscitate a broken or estranged relationship doesn’t always work.  Some are just not meant to be reestablished. It is better a part of the past, or history remembered in the ‘good old days’ of yesteryear, and keep good thoughts of the one lost. Some relationships are like a season in our life, or a chapter to the book I would call, ‘My Life; all of That and Who therein.’ Sometimes it is just important to start a new page, or chapter where we can begin with a fresh start, and connect with people who can speak into our lives something positive, lasting or not, giving us the opportunity to do the same.  One never can tell just who might come into our lives that makes that one opportunity or chance meeting all the worth while, and we’ve found a friend that accepts us the way we are, loves us where we are at, and encourages and inspires us in a way no one ever has.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Posted July 25, 2014 by Joyce in My Writings, The Daily Post

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