Are you ready to take that step toward God?

“I will get up, go to my father, and tell him I’m sorry. That I’m really, really sorry.” Jason sighed deeply and slid down the wall to a seated position. He squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment. “But I spent my early inheritance on girls, booze, and fun – and worse, I turned my back on him. Why would he forgive me?” Jason sat up straighter and almost smiled (the first time he’d felt like smiling in months). Talking to the empty liquor bottle in his hand, he said, “What if I go back home and ask Dad if I can sleep on the garage floor? I’ll eat leftovers – if he’ll give ‘em to me.” His stomach growled. “I’ll wash and wax his cars, mow the grass, clean the