A dozen year ago a girl in my Religion class, after raising her hand, informed me that she resented the church and her parents telling her what to do. She said, “You all should realize that it is my life, and I can do what I want with it.”
I answered her with St. Paul, Romans, 14:7. “No one lives as his own master, no one dies as his own master. While we live, we are responsible to the Lord. When we die, we die as his servants. Both in life and in death we are the Lord’s.”
That was doubly true for the Prodigal Son. Back at the time of Moses, the leaders of the twelve tribes drew straws for the tribal land that would belong to each; then the clan leaders in each tribe, and the family leaders in each clan, did the same. From then on no one had the right to sell family land fo0r the money that would come to them.
Your life, your talents, your bankroll, are just yours on loan. If you have been squandering them, while you still have a little left, you must come to yourself, and with the Prodigal Son, you must, get up and go to your father and say, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. Let me be on of your servants”