Me:  I’m enjoying the walk today.

Prodigal:  Me too!

Me:  How can we bring God into this?

Prodigal:  Maybe you can share?

 

We had forgotten You, or very nearly—

You did not seem to touch us very nearly—

Of course we thought about You now and then;

Especially in any time of trouble–

We knew that You were good in time of trouble–

But we are very ordinary men.

 

And there were always other things to think of–

There’s lots of things a man has got to think of–

His work, his home, his pleasure, and his wife;

And so we only thought of You on Sunday–

Sometimes, perhaps, not even on a Sunday–

Because there’s always lots to fill one’s life.

 

And, all the while, in street or lane or byway–

In country lane, in city street, or byway–

You walked among us, and we did not see.

Your feet were bleeding as You walked our pavements–

How did we miss Your Footprints on our pavements?–

Can there be other folk as blind as we?

 

Now we remember…..

 

We think about You kneeling in the Garden–

Ah!  God!  the agony of that dread Garden–

 

We know You prayed for us upon the Cross.

If anything could make us glad to bear it–

“Twould be the knowledge that You willed to bear it–

Pain-death-the uttermost of human loss.

 

Though we forgot You-You will not forget us–

We feel so sure that You will not forget us–

But stay with us until this dream is past.

And so we ask for courage, strength, and pardon–

Especially, I think, we ask for pardon–

And that You’ll stand beside us to the last.

 

Author Unknown

 

And the angel of the LORD appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush:  and he looked, and behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed.  Exodus 3:2

 

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org