The Parable of the Prodigal (part 2)

The Parable of the Prodigal: The Father and the Older Son
Luke 15.25-32

A vivid phrase from a schoolboy poem, written by a classmate of mine over thirty years ago, remains with me to this day. He described a park-keeper whose job was to pick up litter on a spiked pole. Surrounded by the glorious beauty of flowers and trees, with the sun sparkling through the leaves, he only had eyes for the garbage he had to collect, and the damage it did. The lines I remember sum up his plight:

‘Destroys the nature in this park, litter,’ he said, without Lifting his head.

He could only see the bad, and was blind to the beauty...

Taken from Luke for Everyone – by Tom Wright