The Prodigal

Mariah stood at the wooden table kneading bread, and as the sun headed for the western horizon, she knew her husband and their two sons would be heading home from the fields for the evening meal. She served rich, lentil stew to her husband, the eldest son, then the younger son, before sitting down herself.  Her husband prayed a blessing over the food.  It was then she noticed the younger son seemed angry and defiant.  What is troubling him? she wondered. “Father, ” the teen boy said, “give me my share of the estate.”  Mariah and her husband exchanged quick Read More