As that father in that parable felt to his prodigal child, so God feels to every one of His prodigals.
How dare you waste the gifts of Providence, you prodigal child?
He is like the prodigal child, still packing away and still returning again.
Hence his sorrows had nothing penal in them, any more than the tears of a devout parent over a prodigal child are penal.
Man was no longer the child of God, not even the prodigal child.
And in turn the mountain wildness coursed in his blood; these had been his emotions, before he became its prodigal child.
And the Medium, Shakib tells us, is delighted to welcome back her prodigal child.
Like a prodigal child, I had run away from my macrocosmic home and imprisoned myself in a narrow microcosm.
The love of many a parent for a prodigal child is quenched when son or daughter brings shame upon the family.
In these few pages everything is compressed, “the prodigal child with the gestures of a satyr.”