From audiobook Max On Life by Max Lucado
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When I was seven years old, I ran away from home. I had had enough of my father's rules and decided I could make it on my own. Thank you very much. With my clothes in a paper bag, I stormed out the back gate and marched down the alley like the prodigal son. I decided I needed no father. Unlike the prodigal son. I didn't go far. I got to the end of the alley and remembered I was hungry, so I went back home. Though the rebellion was brief, it was rebellion. Nonetheless, Had you stopped me on that prodigal path and asked me who my father was? I just might have said, I don't need a father. I'm too big for the rules of my family. It's just me, myself in my paper bag. I don't remember saying that to anyone, but I remember thinking it, and I also remember rather sheepishly stepping in the back door and taking my seat at the supper table across from the very father I had only moments before, disowned. Did Dad know of my insurrection? I suspect he did. Did he know of my denial? Father's usually do was I still his son. Apparently so. No one else was sitting in my place at the table. Suppose after speaking to me, you had gone to my father and ask Mr Lucado, Your son says he has no need of a father. Do you still consider him your son? What do you think my dad would have said? I don't have to guess it. His answer. He called himself my father. Even when I didn't call myself his son. His commitment to me was greater than my commitment to him. So is God's. Our God is no Fairweather, Father. He's not into this. Love em and leave em stuff. I can count on him to be in my corner. No matter how I perform, you can too.