Melody In F

My dad sent this. Since I have a killer weekend at church with Mother’s Day, the new sanctuary dedication and Charlie Daniels, I will let this be my post. It is worth the gander. Please read it out loud vey slowly...I wouldn't want you to lose your testimony! The tongue twister is a take on Luke 15:11-32. My prayer is that many a wayward son will darken the door of a church this weekend whether their mother is in heaven or right next to them.


Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the farthings and flew far to foreign fields. He frittered his fortune, feasting fabulously with faithless friends. Fleeced by his fellows in folly and facing famine, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard. Fairly famishing, he feigned would have filled his frame with foraged food from fodder fragments. “Fooey! My father’s flunkies fare far finer.”

The frazzled fugitive, frankly facing facts, frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding, fled forthwith to his family.. Falling at his father’s feet, he forlornly fumbled, “Father, I’ve flunked, and fruitlessly forfeited family favor.”

The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a feast. The fugitive’s fault-finding brother frowned on fickled forgiveness of former falderall. But the faithful father figured, “Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found. What forbids fervent festivity? Let the flags be unfurled, let fanfares flay!” Father’s forgiveness formed the foundation for the former fugitive’s future fortitude.

By Phil Kerr, New Zealand