A man had two sons. The younger son told his father, "I want my share
of your estate now before you die." So his father agreed to divide his
wealth between his sons.
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.
Years
passed.
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--an unpublished parable about salvation and the problem of moral luck, how we need to have an eschatological vision of the Father's love and the prodigal's repentance

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