COME HOME!

There he lay with the swine, fighting the snouts with his lips, grovelling for grime & his thoughts went back to when he used to dine at his father’s table with gold cutleries... the scent of sweet wine battled the stench of the pigsty as the pigs stumped at his callous hands...

Royalty stripped naked & robed in slime... he saw a juicy piece of yam that had little grime on it and reached for it, but his reach was just a few eons too late as a boar splattered the piece with a wealthy helping of dung... Shucks!... a bit of the dung embraced his hands & he rose in search of a water gouge... at least he could get his thirst slaked devoid of the pigs taste...

The gouge had its source beyond the fence of the main building sealed off so the pigs could not gain access but it was clean enough for him... ‘clean’ for him had become a relative existence... So, down he went on his knees, but he barely touched the earth when a group of pigs struggling for “nothing” ran through the gouge unsettling it & hitting him in the butt... “Could heaven really be this mean?” he thought as he lay flat, his face buried in the now murky gouge!

Dusk had arrived and the moon was on duty, so it shone in the settling gouge as he stared at ‘The Prince’ that could not even afford a sip of clean water... enter his thoughts... frazzled, incoherent, lack-ridden, slimy, replete with hallucinations of death, mangled & twisted like a schizophrenic’s, deluded & lost... there he lay with the swine...

The settling cold drove him to his luggage in search of any thick clothing for a shield and he found a worn coat that he had barely used because he despised it... he could not even remember packing it... Upon shaking it, out fell a note... it read!

“Dear son, I love you & will always love you, no matter what you have done or will do... I put this note here knowing that when you had exhausted the ones you love, you will come to its warmth... I knew you would exhaust the wealth & would be too proud to come home, so I put it here as an insurance bill for you... Nothing can stop you from being a member of this family... Please come home... your room is still yours, the family still wants you, your rights still await you & I could never denounce you because I love you... Please come home”

So he packed up & waved goodbye to the pigs, because those were the only ‘homies’, ‘friends’, ‘pals’, ‘paddies’, ‘boys & gals’, & ‘back-up’ that he found he had after all the happy moments, enjoyments, flexing, partying, and earthly investments.

Are you a backslidden Christian? Have you abandoned your beautiful home in search of things that will soon fade away? Have you forgotten those lovely words you once said, “Dear Lord Jesus, I declare you as my Lord and personal saviour”? Do you feel your sins are too thick to be wiped away? Come Home! Please come home

Come Home... because your father has never stopped loving you... nothing you have done will make him stop... So stop running away from home... It is comfortable here... It is cosy & you can put your mind to rest! You can cease from the struggle for fame, wealth, beauty & achievements... You can be at ease at home!

Please Come Home! Dad is waiting, his arms are wide open and he is preparing a slamming welcome party for you...