I have always harbored a secret resentment toward the parable of the Prodigal Son. I have always been the goodie-goodie and it never seemed fair that the one son got to go out and have all the “fun” and then come back and get a party. I totally got where the older brother was coming from! I would get so frustrated reading this story because I would think, they chose to go away from God, chose to go out partying and now they want to come back? What about the one that had been true? What about the good ones that have been here the whole time? Why don’t we get a party? Why don’t we get the robe and the fattened calf? Now don’t get me wrong, I am always happy when someone comes back into the will of God, and overjoyed when a lost soul gets saved, but for some reason, I would get so mad because I was being selfish. Well, I was thinking all this until last night when God put on my heart something heavy. As I blogged about yesterday, we have a little 4-year old friend who
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