An Angry Sulk
Hiya😉! Howdy, do? Regarding the Prodigal story, let's explore another perspective, shall we? My brother and I were born into royalty. As only sons, we were our Father's delight. We wanted for nothing, for Father coddled us beyond measure. He taught us basic tenets about His Kingdom. As an introverted individual, I preferred to take long walks out in the fields, for I loved the lush green expanse. My little brother, on the other hand, loved to hang out with his pals. I could never keep up with his energy. On one fateful day, I returned home to hear that my brother had made an outrageous request of my Father. I had hoped my Father wouldn't grant him his desire. But the following day, my brother had gathered all he had and moved away from home. I was annoyed that he didn't so much as bid me farewell. I reckon he knew I would dissuade him from his plans. Yet Father grieved over his absence. I hated that he even worried much about him. On certain occasions, I would find ...