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Journal post 1 from October 2010

October 2010

The prodigal son

This a reflection on Luke’s gospel.

Thinking of light and dark. I can only see dark at the moment. I know there’s light there but I can’t see it. It seems that at this time I’m not meant to see light. I can’t see the end. I just wish I could see it at the moment. No light no hope.

This is how the younger son must’ve felt, while living in the foreign country alone. He had to humble himself to give every he was to go home. There seems to be some link with my feelings. The end of the story is when he humbles himself to his father and begs forgiveness.

September 2012
There is light at the end of this journey. And love of oneself.



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