Welcome Home

This is based on today’s lectionary reading, Luke 15:1-3, 11-32, but it also works with the theme of Lent 4 and returning to Mother Church (which is liturgically what today is about, rather than celebrating mothers…), and fits in with this weeks reading from  Christ in the Wilderness by Bishop Stephen Cottrell, published by SPCK, reflecting on Stanley Spencer’s paintings of that title – this week specifically The Foxes Have Holes (seen here).

I thought I knew better.

I thought I could do it my way.

I wanted freedom,




without waiting.

I wanted to be my own person.

Splash the cash,

enjoy life…

But money goes.

I found out it is lonely out there.

I discovered some things are more important.

The grass wasn’t greener on the other side

– without you it is much much drier and browner.

What was I thinking?

What have I done?


I’m not fit to be thought of as your child,

but I’d rather be your servant than live this existence.




I return home to you.

I’m going to come and beg

for understanding,

for forgiveness,

for a place on your staff.

Where I will be cared for,

and fed.

But as I turn for home,

I see someone looking,



I see you

running towards me,

flinging your arms around me,

welcoming me home.

Not taking me as a slave,

but welcoming me back into your family.

I am not good enough,

but you accept me

and rejoice over me,

I am back with you.

This is where I belong.

10 thoughts on “Welcome Home

    1. I guess I would call that a meditation, nut not worried about labels. I used to do that Lind of thing to draw together a sermon as a response. Thanks anyway 🙂

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