Ok. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
A certain man had two sons. The younger son asked for his inheritance and, upon receiving it, left home to go party. He went as far away as he could, spend all the money he had, and eventually fell on hard times. With his friends and his mind both gone, he takes a job feeding pigs who aren’t too keen on sharing their lunch with the hungry lad. Just as he hits rock bottom the thought occurs to him “Why don’t I just go home?” And he does. He goes home to find his father waiting, his older brother “hating”, and the community celebrating the lost son’s return.
Of course, you recognize the story by now. It’s the story of the “Prodigal Son”. You can easily identify this as a traditional rendering of the story. The facts (though paraphrased) are all there. The account flows just like it’s supposed to. You’ve heard this story, told in this way, before. Don’t look now, but that can become a problem. After all, you know what they say: “Familiarity breeds contempt”.