TRINITY IX
August 1,
2010
St.
Augustine Anglican Church
“For
this thy brother was dead, and is alive again.”
The Rev.
Gerald Parks +
The Parable of the Prodigal Son, heard as today’s Gospel lesson (Luke 15:11-32)
is lengthy, so long and so full of emotional crosscurrents that we may lose
sight of our Lord’s point in telling it: the joy of a father’s heart when a son
whom he has believed was lost, if not dead, has returned home.
On hearing it we may focus on the Prodigal himself, “which hath devoured thy
living with harlots” (Luke 15:30); or we may question the improvident behavior
of the father for giving an inheritance to a son who was too immature to manage
it; or we may criticize the elder brother for his surly, selfish and
unforgiving nature. But all of these are coincidental and beside the
point: a parable is not an allegory – it intends to convey one point only – and
in this parable the point is that Jesus loved lost souls, sought to save them
and was ever ready to receive them as we should also.
Which of us has not had a child, or known one, that has been foolish in
some way? We love them and want to help them, no matter how old they may
have become, but the only things we can actually do are worry, lose sleep and
pray, that somehow they will return to sanity – perhaps sadder, but wiser - and
that everything will be alright once again. Sometimes they do, but we
must also be prepared for the fact that sometimes they don’t. And in that
event, what do we do then?
There comes a time for each of us when those we love – children or otherwise –
will seek the freedom of making their own decisions and living their own
lives. Hopefully, that desire for freedom will also be accompanied by the
ability to pay for it, though we know that isn’t always the way it is, as with
the Prodigal Son. But we also know that it is the natural pathway from
childhood into adulthood, and we know that we have no choice but to deal with
it. What we don’t know but will soon learn is that it is the most
singularly difficult thing in our relationship with a child that we will ever
be called upon to do.
I have an adult nephew whose misfortune it was to lose his mother to cancer at
an early age. Being of a legal age to inherit, though, he was paid the
proceeds from his mother’s life insurance – a sum of half a million dollars – as
her only beneficiary. It was a heady amount for a young man to deal with,
as it would be for any of us, almost limitless, or so it seemed. There
being no one who could forbid it, he soon began buying things: first a new
truck, then furniture and clothes. In fact there wasn’t anything he
wanted that he didn’t buy. And being generous, he also treated himself
and several of his friends to trips to Europe at his expense, flying first
class and staying always in the finest hotels. It was not exactly
“riotous living,” and as far as we know there weren’t any “harlots” involved;
but in a little over a year’s time, what had seemed an inexhaustible supply of
cash, a short time before, was all gone; and so, by the way, were the
“friends.”
It sounds very much like a repeat of the Prodigal Son parable, I realize, and
it is, but the ending to this story is not quite the same. When my nephew
returned to his father he was greeted with a reception that
didn’t include a “fatted calf,” or a fine robe or jewelry, and there was no music
and no dancing. What he found was an indignant father who was not at all
amused by his son’s foolishness, and who told him that his survival was his own
affair. “Get a job and be responsible,” his father told him, “I love you,
but you are on your own!”
Sometimes the greatest lessons in life are self-taught; and sometimes they are
the direct result of “tough love.” Sometimes, though, they are the
product of both. In this case the lesson was well learned, and father and
son are reconciled in a relationship that is at a higher and more mature level
than ever before. That it was an expensive episode, both financially and
emotionally, is clear; but the long-term lesson is also clear: making mistakes
(even gigantic ones) can often turn out well, if we continue to remember that
love heals – even that which we call “tough” love.
It is clear to me that our heavenly Father is no stranger to tough love.
Every action God takes is done with love and compassion for all of us, who
depend on His mercy and grace to sustain us in good times and bad. The
fact is, we depend on God’s love in everything we do:
even our next breath and our next heartbeat are in His hands. But God is
a tough disciplinarian: He expects that we will follow in His way for us; and
when we don’t, as the Prodigal Son did not, the consequences to us for our
disobedience can be tough indeed.
For a lot of Christians today, the idea of a “tough love” God is as foreign and
repugnant as the concepts of sin and repentance seem to be. We seek a God
(and have invented one) that always agrees with our every whim, and is always
warmly sentimental and foolish over us – more like a kindly old uncle than the
God revealed to us in Holy Scripture. But that is not God; it is only a
caricature of God. And more than that, it is a concoction of sinful men
who wish to replace that God with a “bobble-head” version of their own
making.
To fully understand the Parable of the Prodigal Son of the Bible, we must
realize that the son was welcomed back by his father only after he had
suffered and come to his senses: “And he went out and joined himself to a
citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he
would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no
man gave unto him.” (Luke 15:15-16) Sometimes it is only through
suffering that we learn; but the suffering is not nearly as important as what
we learn from it.
God takes no pleasure in our suffering, nor is He the cause of it – we
are. But God allows us to suffer from our mistakes at times so that we
may learn; and when we have learned and return to Him, His joy is as the joy of
the father of the Prodigal Son: “It was meet that we should make merry, and be
glad: for this thy brother was dead and is alive again; and was lost, and is
found.” (Luke 15:32)