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Last night at our St. Patrick’s Friends of Dismas meeting we examined the Elder Son as seen by Henri Nouwen in his book The Return of the Prodigal Son.

Nouwen opens up the parable using the famous  painting of   THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON By Rembrandt.

At the end of our evening we reflected on a song called Prodigal by Casting Crowns. Please visit their website and take a moment to reflect and enjoy the song.

The lyrics are below the video. Sorry about the Google Ads- Simply click the X and they should disappear!!!!

Prodigal by Casting Crowns

Living on my own, thinking for myself
Castles in the sand, temporary wealth
The walls are falling down, storms are closing in
Tears have filled my eyes, here I am again
And I’ve held out as long as I can
Now I’m letting go and holding out my hand
Daddy, here I am again, won’t you take me back tonight
I went and made the world my friend, and it left me high and dry
I drag your name back through the mud that you first found me in
Not worthy to be called your son, is this to be my end
Daddy here I am
Here I am again
Curse this morning sun, drags me into one more day
Of reaping what I’ve sown, of living with my shame
Welcome to my world and the life that I have made
Where one day you’re a prince and the next day you’re a slave

One Response to “The Parable of the “Lost Sons””

  1. Rick Nishikawa says:

    What’s the Prodigal son’s next move?
    Should he ask for forgiveness from his elder brother?