There was a mother who had two sons. The youngest one said to his mother,
mother thanks for the years that you’ve looked after me, thanks for all that
you’ve give me, but I think that you’ve got it wrong. I’m going to take all that I have inherited from you and go
off to country foreign to you and experiment.
After being away for sometime the younger son started to
recognise that he had been foolish and needed the love and support of the
mother. He decided to go home back
to the mother. He would say to
her: I am sorry that I left you, your resources are so diverse, I miss you and
I want to be part of your family.
But before he could even cry out to her, she rushed out to
meet him, put her arms around him and embraced him. She said to him ‘You were always my Son and I always loved
you’. She ordered the servants,
produce a report, set up an organisation, change the structures so that the
son’s new ideas could be incorporated into the family. This son of mine that was lost and is
now found, we are family.
The older brother was at work in the mission field. He saw the way that his younger brother
had walked off and left the mother, whilst he remained faithful. He saw the celebration, saw the
rejoicing and came back and said to his mother: all these years I’ve been
faithful to you, following your orders, following your commands and yet you
never changed the institution for me.
I’ve been faithful to your calling, faithful to our family, faithful throughout
all my life and yet you still reward the one that went away.
The mother replied, ‘My son you are always with me, our
relationship is strong, we will always be together, your brother had left us
and now has returned’.
Coming tomorrow what happened next…
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