Filtered Gospel

The Medium is (also) the Message

Imagine

The Older Brother from the parable from long ago

Imagine

The Father sends him

To find you

Imagine

The “good news” conveyed

“Here you are. Just where I expected you’d be

Pathetic

Disinherited

Broke

Broken

Workin’ for someone who doesn’t even feed you

Man, he’s angry

His wrath kindled against you like a blazing fire

You deserve to die out here in this wretched land

Die

Alone

Come back? Sure

But not as a son

A servant

A SLAVE

You’ve wasted it

Your life

His money

Listen

I wouldn’t steer you wrong

I’m your brother

(though I think one of us is adopted)

He’s pissed

Exacting

If there is no goat for me

For ME

The firstborn

What do you expect you’d find?

Come back

Sure

But crawl

Prostrate

Worthless

Maybe he’ll put you to work

Use you

If your lucky

Imagine. Imagine the surprise…

Of the Prodigal

Cresting the hill

Seeing the front porch

A figure…

Stands

Begins to walk

Maybe limping with the onset of age

Then…

The Father

Running

Embracing

Weeping

Kissing

“My son, why were you gone for so long?

I sent Good News to you”

“Father”, he replied.

“Some things got lost in translation”