Once, when I was a kid I stuffed a red bandana with some food, and set out for Highway 59 and the hobo life. Before long, I looked back to see my dad’s ‘49 Buick coming up the road. I was so relieved. I hopped in the car, and said, “Boy, it’s good to be back! Let’s celebrate!” And we did. “But while [his wayward son] was still a long way from home his father saw him, and his heart went out to him; he ran and hugged his son and kissed him. So they began to celebrate.” (Luke 15:20, 24b) Are you running away? Look back. Your heavenly Father’s right there. It’s time to come home…and celebrate.