The Gospel is great news for the prodigals, but for the elder brothers, this great news is often a tough pill to swallow...
“Give us something, anything; but spare us the indignity of this indiscriminate acceptance. Lord, let your servants depart in the peace of their proper responsibility. If it is too much to ask, send us to bed with some few shreds of self-respect to congratulate ourselves upon. But if that is too hard, leave us at least the consolation of our self-loathing.
Only do not force us free.
What have we ever done but try as best we could? How have we so hurt you, even by failing, that you should now turn on us and say that none of it makes any difference, not even our sacred guilt?
Where do you get off suggesting a drink at a time like this?” - Robert Farrar Capon
(HT: The Merry Monk)