This scripture and the Bible story of the Prodigal Son is a favorite of mine. I have written in depth about it before. This story has been on my mind today. One too many deaths, one too many with death sentences, and a few students who are without right now.
I married the Prodigal Son, and his daily service to the homeless and alcoholic, to earn back his inheritance, constantly touch my heart and show me his heart. He is my reminder that whomever I serve should be out of love, not glory, and that I am serving the "least" regardless of their class, education, finances, skin-color. For are we not all beggars - I know I have been a beggar, and "there but for the grace of God go I." And some days I wonder why them, and why not me.
Tonight, as Scott drove me home from campus, I shared with him two quick stories of service today - two times I was prompted to go-beyond, and two times - the reward for today's service has been far greater than what I gave (the devil is in the details, but I cannot share more than this for HIPAA's sake).
A friend shared this video this evening - touching Scott and I as we gratefully and graciously count our blessings.