The Prodigal's Brother...well...Sister
I never liked the story of the Prodigal Son . It never made much sense to me. It went against everything I had ever been taught. It just wasn't fair. The prodigal son gets cocky, decides to move out, and lives his life in sin. He does everything he knows he's not suppose to do. However, when the Prodigal comes back home, the dad throws a big party and celebrates the return of the son. Now all the while this fuss is being made over the bad boy coming home, the good son gets left out. There is no big celebration for the good one. He gets no recognition for doing what he is suppose to do. Basically, he's good, but yet gets the shaft. That story isn't fair. If we do bad things, we are to be punished. If we do good things, we should be rewarded right? But in this story, the bad guy gets the party while the good guy has to help clean up afterwards. It never made sense to me. I'm the Prodigal's brother, or well, sister. I'm the good girl that has alwa...