I ran away from home and was working as a bar keeper in Italy. We drank regularly and did drugs. It was about 4 AM when a friend put a calendar into my hands. A young lady gave it to him today. He thought that it was rather my religion.
The next morning, after being a bit clearer in my head, I started to read. I discovered an envelope with the address of a small church in town. At the next opportunity, I went there. I was taken in with a lot of love and understanding for my problems.
Being the son of a pastor in Argentina, I turned my back to Jesus for eleven years and did drugs and alcohol. With the help of these people, I could leave that behind and I turned to Jesus again.
This son of mine was dead. And now he is alive again. He was lost. And now he is found.’ “So they began to celebrate.Luke 15:24
Today, I am in Argentina, married and explaining to many people the way to God. I feel like the lost son who came back home.
Weekly scripture: Luke 15:11-32