Article November 18, 1985 ISSUE

The Father always knows who we are

EDMONDE L. ST. JOHN

A young friend of mine thought she recognized me one day from a distance, but since I was in an unfamiliar setting, she hesitated a moment. Then the child ran toward me, threw her arms around me, and happily exclaimed, "I knew that was you! It looked just like you!"

I couldn't help laughing. However, her words kept ringing in my ears all afternoon. The incident made me think of a verse from Christ Jesus' parable of the prodigal son: "But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him." Luke 15:20.

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