Cont., (from last #Sunday)It’s the other son. Let’s call him, er, Benedict. Benny is as good as they come. He says the grace before every meal. When sent on a shopping errand, he brings back the change. He is the son of every father’s dream. But today, the scoundrel Georgie returned home and an impromptu party is on in the main house while Benny is busy doing the day’s clean-up in the toolshed. He is frothing at the mouth. “That wastrel should never have been allowed back,” he mutters under his breath. “He does not belong. Whatever he could lay claim to, he took. Now what does he want, my stuff too?”In the telling of this parable, there is no mention of the elder son searching for his younger brother all those years he was away. All we know is that he is not amused today. Not at all. As far as he sees, that grain-fed calf that was slaughtered this afternoon was HIS. That party should have been thrown…you guessed right, for H.I.M.But let’s bring this home. We are the Georgies. The Georgettes. Whatever. Only (lucky for us), we not only have a Father who loves, but we have a big brother who cares. He did not wait for us to come home, He came looking. And when he found us on the city dump hobnobbing with pigs and other low-lifes, He did the unthinkable. The unfathomable, actually: He gave up His life (for us) right there on the city dump to convince us to return home to the Father, where we belong. He said a feast was being prepared for us. And that if we made that decision to make the U-Turn towards home, the party bells would ring.When our hearts wander on the journey of life, He rejoices to see us come home.What are you waiting for?