at the risk of being random… a word on the prodigal son…


I am the prodigal son every time I search for unconditional love where it cannot be found. Why do I keep ignoring the place of true love and persist in looking for it elsewhere? …I am constantly surprised at how I keep taking the gifts God has given me—my health, my intellectual and emotional gifts—and keep using them to impress people, receive affirmation and praise, and compete for rewards, instead of developing them for the glory of God. Yes, I often carry these gifts off to a “distant country” and put them in the service of an exploiting world that does not know their true value. It’s almost as if I want to prove to myself and to my world that I do not need God’s love, that I can make a life on my own, that I want to be fully independent.

The Return of the Prodigal Son, by Henri Nouwen

One Response to “at the risk of being random… a word on the prodigal son…”

  1. Heidi says:

    You’re not alone in your search for affirmation and praise, and I definitely know how empty it feels to rely on outside sources for that unconditional love, often to be disappointed. Great post and not so random-sounding, I think. :)

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