Showing posts with label Luke 15:11-32. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luke 15:11-32. Show all posts

Sunday, March 20, 2022

The way to life - “mine” or His?



“Mine” was the first word my younger brother ever learned, thanks to the anxieties of his big brother, who had to draw limits on what toys he would share and what he would keep. That was a harsh lesson but not the ungracious (to be generous) response of the older brother to the return of his prodigal sibling, who, after all, had not starved to death or been lost in a foreign country. 

They had probably given up hope, at least hope is what his parents had in their hearts, as they had experienced a death before death from their younger child. 

We don’t know how the mother reacted but the father was overjoyed. His son had given him up for dead, prematurely, by asking for his inheritance up front; which he then spent recklessly (on booze and women or cars or fine dining for fast friends) before returning in desperation and humility (apparently) to his family home. 

Dad was happy, over the moon. “Kill the fatted calf” - as if the Pope was visiting or better yet the King. As if what he had saved for a burnt offering were no longer needed, now that what he would have sacrificed for - even more than he already had - was back safe and sound.

This is the background of the famous story of the prodigal son told by Jesus in the 15th chapter of the gospel of Luke. It is a reaction to the ungenerous jealous response of the self-righteous to people they disapproved of being welcomed inside the embrace of the kingdom of God that Jesus was proclaiming. ‘This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.’ (Luke 15.1) They want to see justice done, man! Payback! How about it? They had it coming to them, they might say, of anyone humbly approaching the Heavenly Father as the younger son had approached his dad. 

But Jesus does not see much good in retribution. Are you any less sinful than those on whom this calamity has fallen? Jesus  asked, after tragedies were reported to him - a wall falling on pilgrims, or the cruel tyrannies of a brutal Roman prefect casually inflicted on others. No, he said, turn away from such vengeance-seeking, such jealousy, and see your own faults, your own sins, and turn toward God.

We are asked to do no less. We are asked, indeed, to answer such temptations with the most powerful of gifts:  love.

In the words of Saint Paul so often cited on a wedding day, love “does not keep account of evil or gloat over the wickedness of other people.”

As Paul went on to say, “On the contrary, it is glad with all good men when truth prevails. Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen.” (1 Corinthians 13: 5, 6-8a. Phillips trans.) 

The temptation to wish wrong on others, however ‘provoked’ we may feel, is not something we can abandon lightly. Indeed our own survival - of soul even more than body - may depend on this counter-instinct: to rise to the bait not at all but to rise above all the pain and grief we rightly - or self-righteously - may feel, and seek the grueling sacrificial path of the Christ who leads us to a glory beyond shame or resentment, hate or indifference. 

That is the way, the revolutionary way, of love. And it lasts, beyond empire - as Jesus faced - or collaborator - as Jesus faced too; beyond imperial domination or invasion, beyond our own false hopes or ideals that hold us back from following the way that will lead - long and hard as the road may be - to life.

Meet the Priest

The Rev. Dr. John Leech is ordained in the Episcopal branch of the Jesus movement, and has served as a priest in northern California and western Washington, and now serves in southern Arizona. 

https://www.lectionarypage.net/YearC_RCL/Lent/CLent4_RCL.docx

March 27th 2022

Fourth Sunday in Lent


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A version of this essay was published by the Arizona Daily Star on Sunday March 20th 2022. https://tucson.com/lifestyles/the-way-to-life---mine-or-his/article_48d49c56-a3d6-11ec-acef-ff839595afe4.html

Sunday, March 14, 2010

restored to life

Absalom, Absalom, my son, my son!

O how that father must have wept.

I feel for him now.

I always have.

I always knew one of my boys would leave me.

I knew he wouldn't understand - and he'd reject my love.

He would not embrace what I loved - not even if it was his own brother, lost so long ago, and now, found again.

How could it be? His own flesh and blood.

And yet...

I have waited so long. Scanning the horizon. Hope against hope, hoping to find him.

Wondering if he'd ever come home.

Should I have gone after him?

A secret: I did.

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I'd rather not

I'd rather not talk about it.

Where has he been?

Squandering all the family money, that's where.

On the far side of the world.

What does he think?

What did he think would happen?

What was my father thinking?

What is my father doing now??

That fellow treated us like we were dead. He went to my father and asked for his inheritance. Now. While my father is alive, he asked for what he had no right to ask - not until my father is dead. You never do that. It's like saying to the person, you are dead to me - now.

Give me my inheritance. Unbelievable.

And then he took it - and wasted it.

He went far away and spent it on one big long party for himself - with loose women, and wine, and no doubt with that noise he calls music.

Now he's back, and he gets another party?

No. No way. This cannot stand. This is unacceptable.

And yet - here he is.

And my father embraces him. He welcomes him back - and throws a party for him.

As if he's regained a lost treasure, or got a dearly beloved lamb back in the fold.

Like the lost coin that woman found when she turned her house upside down looking for it.

“Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.”

Like the lost sheep the farmer left the flock to find - and brought back riding on his shoulders.

“Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.”

Now my father has a kid on his own back, again; that's for sure!

And he kills the calf we've been fattening.

No goat for me.

And this is what he has to say about it.

“Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.”

I'd rather not talk about it.

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Saturday, March 13, 2010

coming home again for the first time




It's been a long ride. Across the water, up the hill, and over the road - and finally, as the old place comes into sight once again, the welcome. Unexpected. More than could be hoped for.

"Rejoice with me, for what was lost is found, - the one who was dead is alive!"

Ring on your finger, robe on your back, the calf fattened now prepared as a feast - on the occasion of your homecoming.


and yet... you've never been here before!

This is new - it is a new place. These are new people.

... they welcome you as if you've always been known to them.

How can this be? How can they know you if they have never seen you before? never heard your name?

It comes because they see Christ in you - because they welcome the stranger, feed the hungry, bring comfort to the sick, give the thirsty something to drink, clothe the man in tattered rags, visit the prisoner. Because they see Christ in all these they see Christ in you.

And that is the hope of glory: the presence of the Lord in the cast-off, the indigent, the marginal, the lost; to tell the truth, the sinner.

In you and me, you and me.

In Christ we are made a new creation; in Christ we are made whole; in Christ we are made welcome and welcome others - to the feast, the banquet-table, the presence of the Lord.

Are we worthy? No. We are loved.

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