A man had two daughters. To those outside his family, it appeared that he doted upon "his girls," frequently giving them expensive gifts and taking them with him on vacations to exotic places. His younger daughter was his favorite, and his pet name for her was "my lamb." The older daughter was a quiet and obedient girl, but despite the luxuries her father showered upon her, the younger daughter was angry and rebellious.

Soon after she became a young woman, the younger daughter said to their father, "Give me the share of the estate that I'd get if you died tomorrow." The man refused. Some days later, the younger daughter gathered up the meager possessions that belonged to her alone and went off to a distant land. Because she had no money, no friends, and no resources, she was soon forced into prostitution. Her life quickly became one of shame, degradation, and pain, but no matter what horrors befell her, she would not return to her father's house.

After many weeks without the company of her sister, the older daughter attempted to commit suicide. This caused the father to come to his senses at last and admit to himself and to his wife that he had been sexually abusing both his daughters for many years. He said to himself, "How much evil I have done to my daughters! I am not worthy to be called any human being's father." The father sought counseling for himself, his wife, and his older daughter. The mother apologized to her older daughter for pretending not to know what crimes her husband had been committing and begged for her forgiveness.

The father began to diligently search for his younger daughter. No matter how discouraged he became, the father never stopped trying to find his lost lamb.

At last one midnight the father found his younger daughter, who was standing on a street corner in the most dangerous part of the city as her pimp was introducing her to her seventh "client" of the evening. The father fell at his daughter's stiletto heels and wept in sincere misery, saying, "I have sinned against Godde and against you; I have not deserved to be called your parent since you were hardly more than a baby."

The father had intended to continue by saying, "Please come home with me and allow me to try to atone for my many crimes against you," but he was forestalled. His daughter's pimp said, "No dough, no blow — don't touch the merchandise, old man," and struck him sprawling into the gutter, which was full of filth.

But the daughter said to her pimp, "You are with me always, and everything earthly I possess is yours. But we have to celebrate and rejoice! This father of mine was dead and has come back to life. He was lost and now he's found."

The pimp sneered, saying, "Shall I bring out your finest dress and put it on him? Shall I put a ring on his finger and shoes on his feet? Shall we take him to an expensive dinner and buy him the best surf 'n' turf that money can buy? Shall you give him a free humping for old time's sake?"

The father continued to weep, saying, "I deserve only scorn, abuse, and contempt. I am not worthy to be called a human being." His daughter said to the pimp, "My father's sins, which are many, have been forgiven — see how sincerely he repents! The one who forgives little, loves little." Then the woman said to her father, "Your sins are forgiven."

The pimp said, "That was very touching. Now get back to work, bitch." The woman said to him, "When my body had no value in my own eyes, I saw no reason not to work for you. But now I see that all life is a gift from Godde. I will go with my father, and together we will seek healing for what he has done to us both."

The pimp thereupon murdered both the woman and her father, and at the instant they died, both of them were blessed with the fullness of Godde's glory. But when the pimp finally came to die, at the end of a long and debauched life, his soul was so twisted and deformed by his worship of worldly pleasures that the first few million years of his death were a constant torment to him, as if Hell were a real, physical place.

After several million years of the tortures of the damned, the pimp called out, "Mary, Mother of God, have mercy upon me now, in the hour of my repentance. Send the 'prodigal' to me, to dip the tip of her finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in agony in these flames."

But Mary said, "Little boy, remember that during your lifetime you received your good things, and my daughter in like manner evil things; but now she is comforted here, and you are in agony. Besides all this, between you and us a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who might want to pass from here to you cannot do so, and no one can cross from there to us."

The pimp said, "Then, mother, I beg you to send my sister back to the low places of the city, in the era in which I lived — for I have many brothers — that she may warn them, so that they will not also come into this place of torment."

Mary replied, "They have the Church, the Bible, and many televangelists; they should listen to them."

The pimp said, "No, Mother Mary; but if someone goes to them from the dead, they will repent."

She said to him, "If they do not listen to the Bible or the Church, neither will they be convinced even if a woman who worked for you as a whore rises from the dead."

The pimp said, "The uncrossable chasm between us was created by my own evil thoughts and deeds. I did not love Godde; I did not love Godde's other creations as much as I loved myself. I am truly sorry and I humbly repent. I embrace my agony, for through it I suffer as I once caused others to suffer."

The "prodigal" daughter said, "At last, after millions of years of torment, the blindfold you created for yourself has fallen from your eyes. This day you shall be with me in Paradise."