There once was a little boy, born in a far off land. While he was still very young, his mother left him and moved to a distant country, and he was placed into the prison of abandonment. And the Father wept for His little beloved.
The little boy was taken in by family, but was put to work at a very early age, and so received no formal education. He was placed in a prison of ignorance. And the Father wept for His little beloved.
After many years, his mother returned with her husband from a distant country and took the little boy away with her to the distant country where he did not know the language, the customs or any of its people. He was placed in a prison of fear and confusion. And the Father wept for His little beloved.
His step father was an evil man and sexually abused him. Though he tried to run away he was brought back to the home of his step father, where he was continually abused. He was placed in a prison of revulsion and anger.
Finally, he escaped and lived on the streets until one night he was involved in the death of another man. He was convicted of murder and sentenced to prison. He was first in a prison of remorse, sadness, and hatred, and then was placed in a prison of the body. And the Father wept for His little beloved.
He was moved from prison to prison from cell to cell. So, added to the prisons of his life thus far, his circumstances had placed him into a prison of loneliness. And the Father wept for His little beloved.
But, unbeknownst to him, another man had been sentenced, for crimes that never happened, to the prison where he was finally settled. This man was a Catholic priest, and even though he himself knew the prison of abandonment, he did not allow it to define his life and so he befriended the young man from the far off land, and led him to relationship with Jesus Christ. And the Father leaped for joy to see His little beloved on the path to freedom, the path for which He had sent His Son to bleed and die, and then to rise again.
As time passed, the young man and his priest friend consecrated themselves to the Sacred Heart of Jesus through the Immaculate Heart of Mary. They also discovered two very dear friends among the saints, Saint Maximilian Kolbe and Saint Padre Pio.
Under the protection of Our Holy Mother, the Blood of Jesus Christ and with the intercession of their dear friends the saints, the prison walls of both of their lives have been disintegrating, because they cannot stand against the virtues of Faith, Hope and Love.
This parable, like all parables is meant for each of us to ponder for we too have been placed in the prisons of our emotions by our circumstances, whether we were misled by others, or consciously took paths that led to these prisons. How we came to be in the prisons of our lives is far less important than how we can leave them behind.
You see, some of these prisons, the prisons of our minds are prisons that we have willingly entered in the hope of escaping the other prisons of our lives. But, exchanging one prison for another or adding another prison to our already tortured lives is not the answer.
Whatever the question, the answer is Jesus Christ. He was and is the perfect gift from the Father to you and to me, because He took on all our prisons and allowed them to be nailed to the Cross with Him. He returned them to their rightful place, Hell, and then He rose again from the dead.
Unlike most parables, this one is based on the true story of Pornchai Maximilian Moontri, and his mentor and best friend Father Gordon MacRae.
So, unlike most parables this one is before us every day for us to ponder, pray on, and then to accept the love of Christ, and the love of His Blessed Mother that has been bringing salvation to both Pornchai and to Father Gordon.
Let the Father leap for joy at your acceptance of His Son as your Saviour. Let the Father leap for joy as you give your heart to Jesus to repair and heal, and to Mary to love you as only a perfect mother can.
And turn to These Stone Walls and read as the parable continues to unfold.