We expect Him to extract His pound of flesh, to make us grovel and beg.
Such abundant grace almost makes the parent look foolish, doesn’t it? Looking foolish is a risk God willingly takes in extending us grace. We’ve got to get you home to the party there’s a banquet waiting for you!” She leaves a message, gets on a Greyhound, and shows up at the bus station, figuring she’ll scrounge a ride to her old house.Īs she steps off the bus she finds herself greeted by forty brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, and her parents, all wearing party hats, with a huge banner stretched out saying, “Welcome home.”īefore she can finish saying “I’m sorry” her father murmurs, “Hush, sweetheart, we’ll talk later. All other alternatives exhausted, she calls home.
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