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The prodigal’s mother
[Luke 15:11–32]
I knew something was up when he came stomping into the kitchen. Normally I would chide him for wearing his farmyard boots indoors, but as the familiar
“take off your boots!” formed in my mouth I saw his face and stopped. This was something more than one of his usual grumps – hired workers not being
up to much, the cost of grain nowadays, how his dad was absent again because he was standing at the boundary of our lands looking into the distance. This wasn’t an everyday grump – this was something more.
‘What’s happened?’ I asked, fearing some calamity in the farmyard.
‘He’s back.’ he replied...
© Rev Elizabeth Dunning
March 2025
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