‘Going home takes many forms, but it comes down to finding yourself.’

Love child: Tony D’Souza takes a fresh look at the parable of the prodigal

by Tony D’Souza 8th November 2019

It’s always the quiet ones isn’t it? Like that old bloke at the back of the Meeting house. The one with a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye. You wouldn’t think he could knock the skin off a rice pudding, but when he was young he was a right tearaway. Racing motorbikes around town, chasing girls, getting drunk and doing goodness knows what else. He was lucky he did not do a stretch in the big house. You know, the cons’ finishing school. You wouldn’t know it to look at him now. Looks like butter wouldn’t – well, you know what I mean. But that was all a long time ago, long before he came to this town.