I was struck by the central truth of this story. We forget the love of the father. We try to find our way without him and often get lost. How many of us have gotten distracted by the glitter and sparkle of this world. We get caught up in wanting to please others, in the desire to accumulate belongings or the plethera of options for food, drink, clothes, and activities. We get discouraged by the pain, hardships and struggles we face in our lives. We lose sight of our real home, heaven, and the Father who loves us.
The most profound "taste of heaven", I believe, is when we receive holy communion, the Eucharist, as Catholics. This "taste of heaven" is literally placed on our tongues. The God who loves us more than we can imagine, humbles himself to be received into our very beings. Emmanuel, God with us. Inconceivable!
I am humbled and overwhelmed by the love of God that meets me in each day in the simple glimpses of heaven, helping me to renew my perspective, refocus my vision, and delight in the love of God come down from heaven. He entices me to think of home. My real home. My heavenly home.