I am reading – actually, re-reading – Robert Capon’s book “Between Noon and Three.” It’s an unusual book. The writer himself says that his inconoclastic approach was necessary to convey the idea of the outrageousness of Grace – God’s unmerited love to us sinners. I may talk about the main themes and ideas here another time, but what I want to say now has to do with one of Capon’s little asides. He is having fun writing the book, I can tell. And he throws in little punches here and there that are striking and insightful, even if not really necessary to the point. One of them is this.
After the return of the prodigal son, he and his happy father are sitting together on the porch. The Elder Brother is leaving the house with the date he has brought home for the feast of the fatted calf. Capon describes the girl as “one of those prim, business-school types that the Elder Brother can’t seem to get away from.” The father shakes his head as the two walk away and when the Elder Brother is out of sight the prodigal shakes his head too and says something like “I’ll be she keeps book on him all the time, even in bed.” The father chuckles and thinks to himself “I don’t care where this guy learned about women. I’m glad that I have someone around who at least knows the score.”