Lemme tell you about last week when i got my turn to tell a story to my kiddos, Patrick, Marthin, Mario, Andre. I was telling them a story about "The Parable of the Lost Son" Luke 15:11-32.
Me: There was a man who had two sons. The younger asked to his father to give him his inheritance. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.
Patrick: Yes, kak. If i had a lot of money like the younger son, i would go to LA, buy a house, a fancy car, and a bunch of chocolate.
Me: LA? Los Angeles or Lenteng Agung, Patrick? Hihihi. Okay, after the younger son had spent everything, he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
Andre: Yyiackks, why he should eat pig food? Did he sleep with the pigs also?
Me: Engg, i don't know. Next time when i met him, i would ask it. (jezzz, what i have to told them?) Next, when he came to his senses, he will set out and go back to his father and beg the father to hire him as a servant. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
Andre: Is the younger son hug the Father like this, kak? (Surprisingly, Andre hug Marthin and kiss him.)
Hahaha, LOL. Seriously, i love this kiddos. They noticed my story.
Me: Mmm, I think so. Then the younger son said to his Father, that he has sinned against heaven and against him. He is no longer worthy to be called the father's son. But the father said to his servants, to bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate.
Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. He knew that his brother has come. The older brother became angry and refused to go in.
Marthin: Kak, if i were the older son, i would bring bazooka and shoot the younger son.
Me: ??? (don't know what to say, then i just continue my story) So his father went out and pleaded with him. The older son are always with the father and everything he have is the Older. We had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.
I conclude this story with a couple of conclusions:
Our parents, brothers/sisters are precious. They always surrounds us even in the darkest hours;
It is hard to forgive other people, but it is ungodly to refuse to rejoice about repentance. They, too, needed to repent.
Mario: Then kak, how about the owner of the pig. Did he join the feast?
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