The Pharisees and scribes began to complain, saying, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them”
Jesus, when you ate with sinners tongues wagged, and you told about the prodigal son.
Is that what you are – a prodigal son, wasting your life on us, ungrateful, hungry sinners?
Or are you the prodigal father lavishing kindness on our laggardly selves, even if we are a long way off; running to meet us with hugs, kisses and preparing a feast fit for a king?
Prodigal Son, Prodigal Father and Prodigal Holy Spirit, we feel awe and wonder at the love that you squander on us. Let us be thankful for all your blessings.