The Prodigal One

I remember when I was a little boy waking up early on Christmas morning. Actually, it was probably closer to Christmas Eve than Christmas morning. I would rush into my parent’s room to tell them it was time get up and open presents. My dad would tell me it was way too early, to go back to my room and go to sleep. Sleep? I couldn’t sleep it was Christmas morning. I had that same feeling last Sunday. It wasn’t Christmas but it sure felt like it. I was given another opportunity to share my message with the people at my home church. It was excitement and anticipation (more likely …..