The Prodigal One

Earlier this week, I was having a spiritually difficult morning that is, until my phone rang. It was a Texas number, so I thought it was a solicitor but decided to answer it anyway. The voice on the other end was one of my favorite teachers: Mrs. G. Not only was she my kindergarten teacher, but we both attended the same church in my hometown of Ottawa, Illinois. I hadn’t heard her voice for years, but it still sounded the same. Mrs. G was calling to tell me that she would be back in Ottawa on the weekend I was speaking at our old church and was looking forward to …..