When a long-overdue or lost book makes its way back to the library, I feel like the father in the prodigal son parable. I am always so excited that the student returned the book, even though I may have been secretly mad that they lost a book in the first place. Just yesterday, a little boy brought back a book he borrowed in the summer; I'd thought that book was long gone. I totally get that parable now: 40 years of hearing it in church, and it takes a 7 year old boy to make me understand it.
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