Such a silence as two years bring is a heavy grief to a mother's heart, yet the eye that watched the prodigal from afar has never lost sight of your son. The roads he travels are all mapped in the knowledge of the Most High, and the very misery he may be eating with the swine is the goad that God uses to turn the wanderer's heart homeward. The cry you lift for him is not wasted; it rises as incense before the throne, and the Father who knows what it is to welcome a returning child hears every syllable.
The picture of the prodigal is marvelously true to the experience of those who return to God. When first he came to himself, he was yet a great way off, but his father saw him and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. That kiss was the seal of forgiveness, the father would not have kissed him if he had been angry with him. Before the son had time to notice who it was, the father was on him, his arms about him, and all the promises of love were made his in that moment. Even thus shall it be with your son if he returns to God.
The voice of God bids the sinner to return now. Life is so uncertain that if he does not return now, he may not live to return at all. This call is not one of condemnation or threat, but simply this, "Return, return, return!" And the message He sends is as tender as the father's cry echoing through the night for the lost child. When we talk about being at peace with God and speak of the joy which this reconciliation brings, we can say, "We know it is so, for we have felt it." I remember a young prodigal who was received in the same way, here he stands, it is I, myself. I sat in a little chapel, little dreaming that my Father saw me, and before I could finish my stammering confession, He was upon my neck, kissing me with the kisses of reconciliation.
He joys in the return of the prodigal and all Heaven shares in His joy. The father of the prodigal kissed his son much and thus made him feel happy then and there. These many kisses mean overflowing comfort, for all the promises in this Book belong to every repentant sinner who returns to God believing in Jesus Christ, His Son. Your son may think he is no more worthy to be called your son, but the Father looks upon His own dear Son, Jesus, bearing our sin, and He forgets the sins for which His Son gave His life. The work of reconciliation He committed to His Son, the word of reconciliation He has committed to us. It is our high privilege to tell the tidings of the wondrous work by which God is reconciled, so that, without any violation of His justice, He can have mercy upon those who have offended Him.
Pray on, then, and watch with an eye of faith toward that distant road. The old father had a very long range of eye-sight, and though the prodigal could not see him in the distance, he could see the prodigal. His first thought was, "O my poor son, O my poor boy!" and then he ran. Your Father God sees your son now, and His heart yearns even more than yours. Trust that good Shepherd to seek until He find, and be ready, for the fatted calf is not kept waiting when the wanderer's foot is on the threshold. Return, return, return, may that cord of love draw him quickly, and may your faith grasp the promise that what God has begun, He will complete.