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There is a story of a prodigal who came back from the far country and could not find his father’s house. He wandered on and on, and at last in the gathering night, sank down, heart sick and faint, on the steps of a little cottage. Without knowing it he was on his own father’s doorstep. Inside sat the aged father and mother, their hearts hungering for their long lost boy. Outside, bowed and crushed and longing for love and for home, lay the wary, homesick son – on the very threshold of home, but not knowing it.
So near to the gates of heaven is every human soul that is penitent, weary of sin, longing for divine mercy and love. There are many who are not yet in Christ’s kingdom, but who have at least some desire for heaven’s peace. They do not know where to find what they seek. But close by them is one of heaven’s gates and they have but to arise in their penitence and enter into the Father’s house.