Showing posts with label The Parable of the Prodigal Son. Show all posts
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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. 

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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 31, 2019

blessing the fleet

The annual blessing of the fleet— of water trucks—went well today. Regular volunteers and board members were joined by Buddhist Jewish Lutheran and Episcopal clergy as well as the current vice-mayor of Tucson. Attendees gladly laid their hands on the trucks, at the invitation of our convener, adding their own blessings...

Humane Borders Blessing of the Fleet Participants, March 31, 2019

The Rev. John Leech
Priest of the Episcopal Church

Rev. Mateo Chavez
Pastor, San Juan Bautista, Lutheran Spanish Language congregation

Vice Mayor Richard Fimbres
Life long resident of Tucson,
32yr career in Tucson Sheriff's Dept. 
US Army Vet during Vietnam era

Br David Buer, OFM
Franciscan Friar .. intentional small community living

Rabbi Avraham Alpert
Cantor, Congregation Bet Shalom

Abbot Ajahn Sarayut Amanta
Tucson Buddhist Meditation Center and Wat Buddhametta

The Rev. Steven Keplinger 
Rector, Grace-St Paul's Episcopal Church

Dinah Bear
Chair for Humane Borders Board of Directors

Rev. John Hoelter
Director, Humane Borders

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Here is the prayer that I offered on Sunday afternoon 31 March 2019:

Bless these trucks,
accompany their crews, 
as you accompany us
in all our journey --

LORD prepare us to receive
the gift of the stranger.
Even as they are far off
let us embrace them as
long lost family. May we not
be jealous of your Bounty
but fully let the living water
of your love refresh
the wanderer, the homecomer,
the lost, the bereaved,
the watchful, the joyous,
and all in the name
of your Love. Amen.

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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