The prodigal son is familiar, but we need to hear it. We need to place ourselves in the story. We are the lost son, wandering off. We are the one the father kisses on the cheek. We are the ones he wraps in fine clothes and throws a feast to celebrate. We are also the older brother. We are called to do the work of the kingdom. We are called to live and walk in holiness, but we can never forget that we don’t do it as servants or slaves, but instead we do it as the lost who have been found seeking out the lost who still need to be found.