I wrote a bit of nonsense in that previous post about the possibility of Richard returning to the Catholic Church. I named it THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON.
I should have known that Robert would find fault in that:
I'm not sure if he's in biblical mode there and getting confused about the parable or if he's making a leap to include himself in my bit of nonsense and suggesting that he feels left out that Father Inthebetta favours Richard over him. Either way I replied that he's confusing the parable of the Prodigal Son with the story of Cain and Abel.
For the heathens out there (and anyone with a life) here's a quick outline of what those biblical stories are about:
The main message of The Prodigal Son is that it doesn't matter how far we stray from God or how we reject his 'gifts', he, she or it is always happy when we return to the fold. God's unconditional love is waiting for us to return home where he, she or it greets us with open arms.
The tragic story of Cain and Abel teaches us a valuable lesson about how to live with sincerity. Their example shows that we learn how not just our actions, but our attitudes matter to God – and how devastating sin's consequences can be. As long as you love him, her or it you can get away with anything.In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth, which was not a bad start, considering how things have turned out a trillion or so years later. Nowadays, a substantial majority of His creatures great & small entertain the notion that life is a meaningless nightmare & wonder what was the big idea. Speaking of big ideas, here is another possibility: the Big Bang. Kaboom! Those were the days. And darkness was on the face of the deep. According to one school of thought it should have stayed there. And then there never would have been any Aztec Indians to wake up one morning and find themselves face to face with the civic minded Spanish explorer Hernando Cortez, who would torture them and destroy their civilization. For one thing. Yes & my father would not have climbed into his rowboat at daybreak on June 14, 1931. Little did I know that he was about to stick his oars in the water and row out of my sight forever. When my father took off at daybreak, I thought he was just going fishing. Thanks a lot, Spirit of God. And God saw everything that He had made, & behold, it was very good. Dare I add: Little did He know. Those were the days.