‘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.’ The parable of the prodigal son tells us of how the younger son asks for his inheritance, God away and squanders it all, finds himself deserted by his ‘friends’, repents…
‘Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.’ These are comforting words that we all probably know, words that speak…
On the right is a log slice with a plate of cookies and a mug of milk on. On the left an old lantern and some pink roses
