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He was sentenced to eight years in prison and dismissal from service. He faced more than 30 years.

Do you ever get the feeling something is horribly wrong with our world? Like the walls of violence are closing in around you? Like the very fabric of our society is coming unraveled before your very eyes? Ever feel like the world is broken like one big Humpty Dumpty which all the Kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t even begin to repair?

Do you ever get that feeling about yourself—the feeling that something is horribly wrong and needs to be repaired? Do you ever look at your life and see nothing but brokeness—broken homes, broken families, broken friendships, broken promises, broken lives? Do you wish there was a way to repair things? A way to put things back in order? A way to make a real difference?

I want to tell you about someone else who had a thirst for restoration like that. You all have probably heard his story before. A cocky young boy decides he’s had enough chores and homework and decides to drop out. He asks his dad for his share of the inheritance early and hits the road. While he has money he had fun, but soon the cash was gone and so were his options. Famine swept through the land and food was hard to come by. He took up a job feeding slop to a herd of pigs, quite the fall from the high life. He was so hungry the pig’s slop actually started to look good enough to eat. Songwriter Clara Williams captured what must have been going through his mind:

As he sat there hungering, the Gospel of Luke says that he came to his senses. He looked around himself and said “There’s something wrong here—something broken. But I remember what it was like back home . . .”

Back home . . . In your world of brokeness do you have a back home to remember? Was there a time when your walk with God was close, fresh and alive? A time when you knew God was smiling on you, pleased with what he saw?

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