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A certain man had two sons. The younger of the two said to his father, Dad, I wish you were dead. Give me my inheritance. The father, whose heart was soft towards his son, divided his things between both his sons, and the younger soon left and went to a far country. There he obliterated the inheritance he’d received from his father, squandering it in profligate living, and soon all of it was gone. Then a famine struck the land he was in, and he found himself to be a beggar. A man of that country took him in, and gave him a job feeding trash to his swine out in the fields. And he longed to be able to share in that trash, but he had nothing, and no one would give him anything more.
Then he came to himself, and remembered his father’s generosity to his servants, saying, How many of my father’s servants have enough to eat, and me, I’m here, begging from pigs! And so he returned to his father’s country, determined to repent and beg a place from his father at the servants’ table. And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and ran to him, his compassion overwhelming him, and he fell on his son’s neck, who was saying, My father, I have sinned against heaven and against you, and I am not worthy to be called your son. But his father brushed off these words, and sent for the servants to fetch the finest clothes in which to drape his son, and called for the calf to be killed and roasted, for, he said, this son of mine was dead, but I have received him again to life! And they began celebrating the wayward’s return.
The older son was in the house and heard the celebration, and went out to see about it. What’s happening here? he asked a servant. The servant told him, Your brother has returned, and your father is overjoyed to see him alive, and he has thrown this party to celebrate your brother’s return. But the older son was angry, and he would not join the celebration, even as his father came in and entreated him. How long have I remained with you, dad, and you never did anything like this for me? I’ve never disobeyed, never run off, always done the right thing, but then this son of yours, who blew half your estate on whores and coke, he comes back from that and you throw him a party! His father looked at him and said, my son, all I had was always yours. But we had to rejoice, for this brother of yours . . . he was dead, and now he’s alive!
The Deep Dark Woods: All The Money I Had Is Gone (from Winter Hours)
See also, Ron Hansen’s Atticus.
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