Driving to Braum’s to get some milk this morning I heard “Hurry Home” by Jason Michael Carroll on the radio. I was immediately reminded of the parable of the prodigal son, in large part because of the refrain:
It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, I still love you.
It doesn’t matter where you’ve been, you can still come home.
And honey if it’s you, we’ve got a lot of making up to do.
And I can’t hug you on the phone, so hurry home.
I think I feel a sermon coming on.