Joining Kate Motaung and other members of the Five Minute Friday Community for our weekly writing challenge. To learn about Five Minute Friday, click here. This week’s prompt is “Embrace.”
I imagine he left with a jaunt in his step.
Well-dressed body.
Well shod feet.
Perhaps with a servant or two.
Maybe on a camel or whatever animals
the financially well-endowed rode.
I imagine he left without looking back.
Feeling mighty.
Feeling Free.
But now he was returning.
Penniless.
Likely gaunt.
Filthy.
Ragged clothing.
Bare, dirty, calloused feet.
Smelling awful
Looking nothing like the arrogant younger son
who had demanded “his” share of the estate and departed.
But his father who had been looking for him
recognized him, even at a far distance,
and ran to him.
And embraced him –
filthy body and all.
And kissed him.
And welcomed him home.
But my Father did more than that for me, for us.
The Word became flesh.
Left heaven’s glory.
Walked among us.
Showed us the Father.
And then stretched His arms wide to die for us.
The ultimate, eternal embrace.
as one being taught 