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Parable 8: Father and Two Sons

A young brother went off with his share, wasting it all till nothing was there. I've been terribly bad, yet I'll return to my Dad: “How can I deserve to be your heir?” His Dad saw him coming from afar and so rushed out to greet him - “Hurrah! At the very least it's time for a feast. I feared you were lost, now here you are.” The elder son filled with vexation at the sound of much celebration then said to his Dad “I never have had a party nor yet a vacation.” “My boy,” said the Dad, “you're always here, all that we have is yours, never fear. Let the party begin, do come and join in. Your brother was dead, so raise now a cheer.” Luke 15.11-32

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Date: 6/1/2020 7:15:00 PM
Da da, da da, da da. Your son is dead. Have not heard this lately.
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