She grew up in her father's house. Her father had a corporation and she went to parties. She was beautiful and desirable.
One day, she asked her father for her inheritance. He said, "OK, but you only get half of what you ordinarily would have." She thought, fair's fair.
She went out into the world and associated with all kinds of people. She gave parties and sent her family photos.
But at some point, she fell in with a band of Christians. Soon, she was baptized, and gave all her money away, following Jesus.
But that life didn't suit her. She started to think it was only a phase. "Maybe I could get a job in my father's corporation," she thought. So she put on a long-sleeved T-shirt to cover her cross tattoo and took the bus, another, another bus back to her father's door.
He answered the door and said, "I'm not your father. God's your father." And he shut the door in her face.