The Prodigal Son

A young teenage boy, confused, yet hopeful, enters into a conference centre, not exactly knowing what to expect. All he know is that a deliverance conference is going to be held. As he approaches the area where the conference is he hears... worship? It's so familiar. Something inside of him wishes that he could still worship God like that , but he feels...dead? stepping inside eHe follows the crowd, maybe sees a couple people he used to know, but now...Inside, there's a place packed with people, he is directed to stand somewherein the crowd.
The songs are familiar, the atmosphere too. Something in the back of his mind tells him- how I would have loved to be part of this at another time of my life... it almost feels like it was another person... Yet stillwatching the band play and sing,being among so many poeple who He thinks know God - now who is that again, what's He like- but just because he wants freedom, he wants change he wants to know God, he starts singing as best he can, hoping...jumping up clapping , all he can do. There's something happening...
Soon the worship time is "finished" and the speaker begins to talk. It's someone familiar, who perhaps he knew before, but now it seeems as though he is so distant. The sermon seems so amazing, but it seems as though He talks about things once he may have know before, but know (hearing God's voice...serving God....giving God your all....did he already give up on all this....?). He preached about finding jobs in Barbados,... being self sufficient.... being free to worship...ah, I remember that...so many times of trying to raise my hands but.... But I still feel so far....Another time that week somebody read a prpohecy given abotu Barbados, an island of prayer....oh no...that strickes a note somewhere in my memory that has long been stifles with all manner of pleasures and imaginings...I want My people to come together in prayer....still so far away. But that night, there is a call foranyone who needs prayer, a specific call. The boy's spirit somewhere inside had longed for such a fulfillment, a change. He'd tried everything to get what he once had. that feeling of love of fulfillment, food, lying to himself, .... But he didn't even have to thin for himself, thank God because something would have probably stopped him from moving. He found himself in fron tof everyone, not really worried about what people think . And all he said was "should I tell you what the problem is?" "If you want to.." the pastor said, with something called love on his face. "Well, I used to know God, but I don't really know what happened..." replied the boy. "You know something. I love you." said the pastor. And he proceeded to pull the boy toward himself, and calling on the congregation to do the same, prayed for him.
The boy was subsequently led to a private room, where another pastor, led the boy to the truth. Such kindness would never be forgotten, and the boy , over the next seven days would receive ministry, and healing, and would be drawn again back to His Father. Even despite the fact that the devil kept him from listening to or concentrating during the teachings, he still received when he needed to receive healing and deliverance, and back into His Father's House he went.

And the father said unto his servants, Bring forth the first robe, and clothe him, and give a ring for his hand, and sandals for the feet;

²³and having brought the fatted calf, kill [it], and having eaten, we may be merry,

²⁴because this my son was dead, and did live again, and he was lost, and was found; and they began to be merry.

Thank You Jesus for Your Blood, which washes away all our sins, and which makes us whole once again. Love all you who read this. Don't give up hope. You are not forgotten. Much more Your Father has never left you, and never will. His Mercy endures forever, and His eyes remain on you. Receive His Mercy and His Grace.