The story [of the prodigal son and his father’s eager forgiveness] isn’t about conversion to Christianity. It’s about God being on the look out for those in the family who have wandered off, and God simply can’t wait to welcome them home.
I read stories like this and I wonder, What if this is actually true? What if there is a God who is really like this? What if God can’t wait to have us around–even with the garbage we keep carrying around and our half hearted “I’m sorries?”
What if God is glad to see us?
And the much more threatening question, What difference would really believing all that make in how I look at, well, pretty much everything?