There is no such thing as a twelfth of the love of God, a pondion of the love of God. You might have come late, you might not have been quite straight. Yet, if you were there, ready to join the crew when the Lord calls you, as insignificant as you contribution might seem, be sure that this response alone gives you what is plenty, puts you there, first in line with the saints, and, yes, even with the great confessors and the martyrs of the faith. E ach individual in the parable, and each of us who stand at the market place of this society built on merit, waiting to be recognized waiting to be seen, each is given a worth equal to all the rest, total undivided recognition, regardless the worth of our contribution. And that is the reason that this story tells us something about individualism.
Individualism measures the worth of a person against another person.
But the parable tells about our worth in God's eyes. A God who does not know how to parcel love and grace. God does not know how to make a cost-benefit analysis. And if we need this love just so bad enough to stand there through the day of your lives, the call will come. We will be approached.