The phrase had never really settled in to me no matter how many times I have read Luke’s parable of the Prodigal Son. The son comes to his senses and heads back home to seek forgiveness:
“But when he was a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and rell on his neck and kissed him.” Luke 15:20
It occurs to me that the father did not see his son by happenstance. No, I suspect that shortly after the son “took his journey into a far country” (v. 13) the father began frequently looking down the road in that direction, hoping to see a familiar silhouette against the sky, walking back home. That day it happened. Such is God’s love for me.
It occurs to me... 