
Yet over and over agian I have left home. I have fled the hands of blessing and run off into faraway places searching for love! This is the great tragedy of my life and of the lives of so many I meet on my journey. Somehow I have become deaf to the voice that calls me the Beloved, have left the only place where I can hear that voice, and have gone off desperately hoping that I would find somewhere else what I could no longer find at home.”
p. 39 The Return of the Prodigal Son
Wear the Best Robe, feed on the Fatted Calf – and stay home. Christ for clothing and Christ for food.