Prodigal: Just me today.

Me: That is ok.

This is from James C. Hefley

Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the Child of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His Divine manhood. While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying–and that was His coat. When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Such was His human life–He rises from the dead. Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the Centerpiece of the human race and the Leader of the column of progress. I am within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that One Solitary Life.

Look on my misery and rescue me,

for I do not forget your law.

Plead my cause and redeem me;

give me life according to your promise.

Psalm 119: 153-154

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org