Fr Michael Brisson, LC

Can you picture it?

The young tramp in his tattered clothes looking on his family home from a distance, gathering courage to advance, preparing his little speech. Acid washes over his stomach as he imagines his father’s angry face, his shouts, his rejection. Little does he know, his father looks out the second story window and sees him in the lane. His father’s heart bursts with joy as he tumbles down the stairs and out the door and up the road, running toward his long lost son. My dear boy, he thinks, he’s back. He’s come back to me.

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