The Prodigal One

Last summer I spent a month substitute preaching for a friend of mine. The last Sunday I was there it was pouring rain. One of the ladies in the congregation was wheelchair bound but still made it too every service. I marveled how she found enough energy to attend. Based on the weather I thought there was little chance of her showing up. I was wrong. This was Communion Sunday. She would not miss breaking bread with the Lord even though her broken body would tell her to stay home in bed. She arrived a little late and was soaking wet but still had a big smile on her face. …..