The Drunk Prodigal

Him: “Hey man, can I get a cigarette?”

Me: “Sorry man, don’t have any of those to give. I can pray for you though if you want.”

Him: “You can what?”

Me: “Pray for you. I’m a pastor.”

Him: “You’re a pastor?”

Me: “Yes.”

Him: “Ordained?”

Me: “Yes.” *sits down*

Him: “I’m so messed up man. I’m drunk and messed up. I’ve been through so much stuff. Can you help me?”

Me: “Maybe. What have you been through?”

Him: “Man, will you just sit and talk with me awhile?”

Me: “Yeah, sure.”

******Time Passes******

Me: “You know the story of the prodigal son right?”

Him: “Yes.”

Me: “You know how he basically wishes his dad was dead so he could have his money and then he runs away and probably spends it on everything bad you could think of? Maybe he spent it on everything bad you could think of: prostitutes, alcohol—he gets completely wasted. What happens when he gets home to the Father?

Him: “He, uh…”

Me: “His Father throws a party for him.”

Him: “Yeah.”

Me: “That story is you, man.”

Him: *Tears* “It is?”

Me: “Yeah man. You’ve probably wished you didn’t have to deal with God and have walked away and done a bunch of stupid things, right?”

Him: “Yeah.”

Me: “And how do you think he would react to that?”

Him: “I know God is upset with me.”

Me: “That’s what you would expect, but how does he actually react in the story? He celebrates you. This is you at the bottom of your game right now. You come to Him in this moment and he throws you a party. He’s not mad at you. He loves you. And you can’t escape that love—it’s way too big.”

His Friend: *walks by* “You guys having a gay moment?”


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