One of my favorite parables is "The Prodigal Son." Initially, I think I liked the story because of the son's rebellion. We all have a rebellious spirit sometimes. We want what we want when we want it. As I grew older, I liked the story because of his decision to return home. He had an epiphany. When he was at his lowest point, he was reminded that he was the son of a king. He did not have to continue living the way he had. Prior to that moment, he was having an identity crisis. He did not identify with royalty. His behavior was not befitting of his bloodline. He was living outside of his privilege. How many of us have squandered our inheritance? How many of us have found ourselves living outside of our privilege? It's not too late. You just need to be reminded of who and whose you are.