So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
The younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.
I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.
“But now be strong,” declares the Lord. “Be strong and work. For I am with you,” declares the Lord Almighty.
Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
They triumphed … by the blood of the Lamb.
For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.
My heart pounds, my strength fails me.
Scorn has broken my heart and has left me helpless; I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found none.