The Prodigal Son
It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
In the 1950s, I read a testimony in Reader’s Digest which was endorsed by the Secretary of the Navy. He stated, “All of these facts are true, and we endorse this article to show what faith and prayer will do.”
One of the youngest officers ever in the United States Navy—an admiral—got cancer. Ninety percent of his liver was gone. He was functioning on ten percent of his liver when the cancer was discovered.
They put him in the “terminal ward” at the hospital. Everyone who was placed there was given up to die. The doctors said that he would be dead in ten days.
The young officer shared, “The fear in that death ward was so much in manifestation that it seemed you could cut it with a knife. The very atmosphere was filled with fear. I was too!
But as I lay there in the night, I remembered that I knew the Lord as a youngster. I was raised in a Lutheran church, and at the age of thirteen, I had a personal experience with Jesus. But at nineteen, I got away from Him, and had been away from Him all those years.
“I remembered the story of the prodigal son and said, ‘Lord, I’m that prodigal son. I’m coming home.’ I lay there on that bed in the night with tears—not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. If it wasn’t for disturbing the other fellows, I think I would have shouted. The peace of God came into my heart.”
I ask You, Jesus, to take me in, as You said in Your Word that those who come to You will in no wise be cast out (John 6:37). I come to You with all my heart, and I thank You that my burden of sin is rolled away. Old things have passed away, and all things have become new!