The Parable of the Younger Son
Once there was a father who had two sons. The older son was obedient; he followed his father’s rules and he worshiped his father’s god. The younger son was restive and rebellious, and as soon as he came of age, he left home.
“Fine, then,” his father said, “take your inheritance and go. You’ll come crawling back home soon enough.”
And so the son set out to make a life for himself. But when he checked his saddlebags he found that his father had given him far less than he had promised.
He soon spent what money he had on frivolry–a haircut, and a new set of clothes, sex and wine and a kiss in a dark club. He struggled to find a job, and at last he found himself working for another rich man. There, he was paid so little that he went hungry, and as he fed the pigs their daily meal of scraps, envying the animals, he said to himself:
“I will return to my father’s house and beg for a job, for even his servants are treated far better than this.”
When he returned home, his father ran out to meet him with open arms.
“My child! My child who was dead has returned!” he said, and embraced him. “I will slaughter the fattened calf for you, but first you must do this thing for me: let me call you my daughter, and dress yourself in girl’s clothes, and leave your friends, and follow my god, and don’t go out at night to kiss in dark clubs, and obey me in everything.”
His son turned away, with tears in his eyes, and said, “I would rather eat the pig scraps.”
“Ungrateful thing!” his father shouted after him. “Prodigal, sinful, lazy and lascivious slut! My child is truly dead!”
When the older son came outside to ask what the racket was all about, he found the old man alone, standing in the middle of the road.