“And the son said to him, ‘Father I have sinned against heaven and in your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet.
And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry;
For this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
He shuddered and turned his back. “It’s your fault they’re gone. Just get away from me. I told you I don’t ever want to see your face again.”
“Good!” Jesse shouted, as his cheeks burned with hot tears. He stepped back into the dark night. “Because I hate you! And I hate that I’m your son!
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound…