In chapter Luke, verse 15, it says Jesus continued as he was talking to an audience of Pharisees.

It says, there was a man who had two sons.

The younger one said to his father, Father, give me my share of the estate.

So he divided his property between them. Not long after that,

the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country, and there squandered

his wealth in while living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in the whole

country, and he began to be in need.

So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country who sent him to his fields to feed

pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

When he came to his senses, he said, how many of my father's hired servants have food to spare?

And here I am starving to death. I will set out and go back to my father and say to him,

Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.

I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired servants. So we got up

and went to his father, but while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled

with compassion. He ran to his son, threw his arms around

him and kissed him. The son said, Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no

longer worthy to be called your son, but the father said to his servants, quick, bring the robe

and put it on him, put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet, bring the fat and calf and kill

it. Let's have a feast. Let's have a celebration. For this son of mine was dead and is alive. He was

lost and is found. And so they began to celebrate. If you're taking notes, I've titled this message today, picking up the pieces.

Oh, come on, if you're a parent and you know what it means to pick up those pieces, Lord forbid,

not the Lego pieces in the middle of the night. Woo! To step on some Legos.

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