Summary: Which would you rather have? The foolishness of God or the wisdom of man? The choice is yours
The Gospel reading is taken from : Luke 15:11-20
11 Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons.
12 The younger one said to his father, ’Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.
13 "Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.
14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need.
15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs.
16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
17 "When he came to his senses, he said, ’How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death!
18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.
19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.’
20 So he got up and went to his father.
But when he was still a long way off, his father saw him and ran to him and fell on his neck - and pulled his hair and clumped him one on the ear and said: "Where the devil do you think have you been?"
The son said to him, ’Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me as one of your hired servants"
And the father replied: "Too true my son, too true. I suppose you think you can waltz back here without as so much as "by your leave" and con me with your dramatic speech.
Do you think this is "Little House on the Prairie?" Or do you think I was born yesterday? No my son, it’s bog cleaner for you, you little toad"
And the son said dismally: “So does that mean that there is no chance of lots of presents, instant forgiveness and a large celebratory meal involving the fatted calf, or any thing like that?"
"In your dreams" replied the father. "The only gift that you’re going to get is a personalised lavatory brush"
And the father took the prodigal by the same ear that he had previously clumped and hauled him off to the farm.
And lo, the fatted calf saw them approaching from a long way off - and summing up the situation perfectly - threw a big party. And the fatted calf’s family and guests rejoiced and did a bit of disco dancing, and mooed sarcastically over the fence as the prodigal passed by.
And as evening fell, the prodigal’s elder brother heard the distant sounds of a bog brush being applied and strolled out to the edge of the cess-pit after supper holding a large brandy and lit an enormous cigar. He stretched luxuriously, picked his teeth, looked down and said: "Evening Rambo, I see you’ve returned. How do you like your rapid progress from affluent to effluent?"
And the prodigal looked up and said "You can put me down with your clever barb. When I had great wealth, I did not share it with you, but I have learned and now I offer you freely a good share of what I own."
And with that he flicked at the elder brother with his brush so that a weighty portion of something exceedingly unpleasant plopped into his brother’s brandy glass - and his brother retreated, threatening to tell on him.