The Prodigal One

This past weekend my Aunt Shirley (Auntie) from Oregon was in town for a visit. While I was in prison Auntie visited me once a month. Not physically, but spiritually. On the first day of every month of my incarceration I received a card from Auntie. The cards were filled with encouraging words. We had a great visit while she was here. She had been away from her home for several weeks and I am sure she was looking forward to getting back home. There is just something about going home. The last time I saw my aunt in her home state was over 25 years ago. I was in …..