The father ran toward the returning son, embracing and kissing him. He didn’t wait for him to arrive and grovel, he ran to meet him, cutting the distance and time between them. That can only be love, compassion, and rejoicing in action.
Coming Home
Coming Home
Coming Home
The father ran toward the returning son, embracing and kissing him. He didn’t wait for him to arrive and grovel, he ran to meet him, cutting the distance and time between them. That can only be love, compassion, and rejoicing in action.