This guest post is brought to you by Danny Franks, our Connections Pastor. Danny oversees guest services at the Summit, and his ministry at our church embodies the plumb line, “People are the mission.”
He heard the music as he crested the hill.
It had been an exhausting day in the field, just like every day since the incident. His workload had doubled and the weight of the family’s farm fell squarely on his shoulders. His father was not much help; he spent most days staring at the horizon, more intent on replaying the past than seeing what was right in front of him.
So at the end of this particular day, the faint strains of instruments were more than curious. They were a bit annoying. “There’s a party while I’m working? Who has time to plan parties? What reason do we have to celebrate?”
The firstborn saw a servant exiting the house. “What’s going on?” he snapped. “Why are all of these people here?”
The servant broke into a wide smile. “You haven’t heard? He’s returned! Your father has invited the village to celebrate!”
The firstborn’s face fell as the bile rose in his throat. He could feel his neck burning and he wasn’t sure if he spoke the words or simply thought them:
“You’ve got to be kidding me. He’s back.”