The prodigal son returns after several years of angry silence; anger on both sides. The mother is invited to church, she goes in the hopes that she will see and meet the grandchildren born during those years of anger.
Another invitation - yet only to the church. Is the son really trying to reconnect with the mother or is he listening to the salvation recruiting? The answer remains to be learned. The religion a night and day difference to her own.
A country is joyous over the decade long wait for a murderer's up comings. The preacher of doom has met that doom.......
How victories can anyone be? Underhanded methods of persuasion is still just persuasion. Rooting your anger in the hearts of many is still just anger. Do we really rejoice in death? Or in the victory of justice? Do we rejoice in the possibility of reconciliation or in the victory of the possibility itself?
Dorothy said it best.....A place where there isn't any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain...
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