We are reading through Luke, me and my two girls. We got a bit stuck on the Parable of the Lost Son. I know I got stuck on it as a kid: why did the younger son get to be a pain, and then when he came back he was showered in love, and there was a party and how unfair for the older brother... Actually, I still get a bit stuck on that as an adult.
- Mummy, I don't exactly get this. Can you re-tell it in a way that's more relevant to me?
- Sure. Maybe tomorrow, when I've had a chance to think about it...
"There was once a mummy who had two daughters. The younger one said to her mother, 'Mummy, I want all my stuff, right now.'
So the mummy divided all she had between them. It wasn't long before the younger daughter had packed up all her stuff and gone far away..."
- NO!
- What's wrong?
- I don't want my little sister to run away!
And suddenly I could see the Father's response, and it made perfect sense. And I could see the older brother's response, and it was jarring.
I wonder... what if the younger brother had heard his brother say 'I don't want my little brother to run away'.
I wonder how I can be a better older sibling.
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