The Prodigal One

Several years ago, a friend from our old neighborhood was in town for surgery and an extended stay at our local hospital. I had visited him periodically, but one Sunday I had a still small voice in my head telling me to go see him. I did not listen because I had other tasks that needed to be done. My voice overruled the small voice and I decided I could see him next week. My friend died that evening; there would be no next week. I made a promise to myself that I would never miss another opportunity like this again. While in prison, my conviction to stay true to …..