This Sunday I’m preaching on a familiar passage. Maybe you’ll recognize it …

Feeling Footloose and Frisky, a Featherbrained Fellow Forced his Fond Father to Fork over the Farthings, and Flew Far to Foreign Fields and Frittered his Fortune Feasting Fabulously with Faithless Friends.

Fleeced by his Fellows in Folly, and Facing Famine, he Found himself a Feed Flinger in a Filthy Farmyard. Fairly Famishing, he Fain would’ve Filled his Frame with Foraged Food from Fodder Fragments. “Fooey, my Father’s Flunkies Fare Far Finer,” the Frazzled Fugitive Forlornly Fumbled, Frankly Facing Facts. Frustrated by Failure, and Filled with Foreboding, he Fled Forthwith to his Family. Falling at his Father’s feet, he Forlornly Fumbled, “Father, I’ve Flunked, Fallen Flat, and Fruitlessly Forfeited Former Family Favor.”

The Far-sighted Father, Forestalling Further Flinching, Frantically Flagged the Flunkies to Fetch a Fatling from the Flock and Fix a Feast. “What Forbids Fervent Festivity? Let Flags be un-Furled! Let Fanfares Flare!”

Father’s Forgiveness Formed the Foundation For the Former Fugitive’s Future Fortitude.