Been challenged by a great story in Lynn Reddick's book 'The Two Minute Miracle'. He tells the story of Bobby, a rebellious young man who left home in anger and went into drugs and disappeared. His parents were in anguish, not knowing if he was dead or alive. One day his dad, driving on the edge of town, stopped to pray out his agony. He pointed his finger towards the north and yelled with all his might, "BOBBY, COME HOME!". Turning to the south, he shouted into the wind, "BOBBY, COME HOME!" Then to the east and west, the same words.
Two days later there was a knock at the door. It was Bobby! After a tearful reunion his dad asked what brought him home. "Dad, I was sitting on the front porch of an old shack on the edge of the desert in Arizona, stoned out of my mind. A wind started blowing and suddenly it grew stronger. Dad, I could have sworn that I heard your voice in the wind, BOBBY, COME HOME! And Dad, I got here as fast as I could."
WOW! "He makes winds his messengers..." (Ps 104:3b) Yes, Lord. Take our prayers on the wings of your messengers as we call the prodigals home!
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