There are two types of people in the world: prodigals, and those who love them. Or so I always thought.
“The younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living,” said Jesus in his story of the lost son (Luke 15:13).
There is the essence of prodigality and the great downward movement in this superb parable. Impatient, impetuous, dreaming of the more that lay just over the horizon, the Prodigal set of for a far country and there staged the mother of all orgies.