A few days later the younger son packed all his belongings and moved to a distant land and there he began to waste all his money in wild living.
Some thieves in the city heard about the money the young man was spending. So one night they attacked the young man when he was alone, killing him and taking all he had. Having told no one where he was from news of the young man's death never reached his hometown.
Each evening the father would scan the horizon, hoping to see his son.
But because he died the son never came home.
--an unpublished parable about salvation and the problem of moral luck, how we need to have an eschatological vision of the Father's love and the prodigal's repentance