The Prodigal Son

I don't know if you've ever felt like you were living out a story from the Bible, but for awhile we've been in the midst of the story of the prodigal son. In 1998, I met a little 4-year old boy named Berki. He grew up in orphanages that H2H worked in and I watched him grow and become a teen. He was very involved with our programs. He came to everything, was in the orchestra, and was one of the "favorites." He has always had a love for hair and when he entered our Transition Program, he and Ioana were given very special apprenticeships at a very nice salon in Bucuresti. He finished the apprenticeship, graduated our Transition Program, and had a place in one of our apartments. Then, about six months later, he decided that life would be better doing something else, so he moved out and quit his job. He went from friend to friend and then decided life would be better in Spain. With every decision that Berki made I thought "this is it, this is a low as he can go. He'll come back." But then I'd hear that things were worse. He lived on the streets, he begged, he tried smoking and drugs. Finally, in July, the call came. He acknowledged he made big mistakes and asked for forgiveness and help. In the course of the conversation Jenny said to him, "you are the prodigal son, and we are waiting for you with open arms." His reply, "Ohhh, that God would make it so." Three days later he returned. He is back in an apartment, getting counseling, and is working at Subway. I know that many of you have loved and prayed for Berki over the years, please continue. God isn't finished with him yet!