But the father said to his servants, “Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.” And they began to celebrate.
Everyone knows the story of the prodigal son, but in as much as this is the story of a son’s return, it is also the story of a loving father. I have friends in my life that I may not talk to more than once or twice yearly. Our communication, for whatever reason, goes dark and when they do end up calling, the apologies come. But it’s not that they haven’t called, it’s that they have. It’s good just to hear there voice, there’s no forgiveness necessary.