Now the whole damn bus is cheering

                     And I can’t believe I see…

                     A hundred yellow ribbons

                     Round the old oak tree!

                 —Irwin Levine/L. Russell Brown, “Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree”

 

I do not normally feel any anxiety about going to Holy Communion, but there was one occasion when I did. There had been a shortage of Hosts for several days, so that I had received only a small piece, and on this particular morning I most foolishly said to myself: “If I only receive part of a Host today, I will know that Jesus does not really want to come into my heart.” I went up, and to my joy, after a moment’s hesitation, the priest gave me two complete Hosts…

Therese of Lisieux, The Story of a Soul

 

 And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!  I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. 

Luke 15: 17-24

 

God is like the girlfriend of the man who has just got out of prison in “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree”.

You’re worried you’re not even going to get one; but instead he gives you a hundred.

 

 

 

1200px-Rembrandt_Harmensz_van_Rijn_-_Return_of_the_Prodigal_Son_-_Google_Art_ProjectRembrandt, The Return of the Prodigal Son

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