I Am the Prodigal and His Brother

The Gospel of Luke: The Parable of the Prodigal Son

11And [Jesus] said, “There was a man who had two sons. 12And the younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of property that is coming to me.’ And he divided his property between them. 13Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took a journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in reckless living. 14And when he had spent everything, a severe famine arose in that country, and he began to be in need. 15So he went and hired himself out to[b] one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. 16And hewas longing to be fed with the pods that the pigs ate, and no one gave him anything.

 17“But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have more than enough bread, but I perish here with hunger! 18I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me as one of your hired servants.”‘ 20And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. 21And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’[c] 22But the father said to his servants,[d] ‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. 23And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. 24For this my sonwas dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to celebrate.

 25“Now his older son was in the field, and as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. 26And he called one of the servants and asked what these things meant. 27And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fattened calf, because he has received him back safe and sound.’ 28But he was angry and refused to go in. His father came out and entreated him, 29but he answered his father, ‘Look, these many years I have served you, and I never disobeyed your command, yet you never gave me a young goat, that I might celebrate with my friends. 30But when this son of yours came, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fattened calf for him!’ 31And he said to him, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. 32It was fitting to celebrate and be glad, for this your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found.'”

I am the prodigal, wasteful son who demanded his inheritance immediately and squandered it all until he was starving and homeless and ashamed. With empty hands, he went back to his father, who received him with great joy and feasting.

I am also the self-righteous son who stayed, who followed the rules, who did the right thing, and whose outward behavior was obedient and respectful; he also received his inheritance but he didn’t leave. In his heart, he was bitter and jealous and unforgiving. His overarching pride nearly destroyed him. Pride in his own goodness and righteousness.

And our Heavenly Father is the boys’ father. He tells the son who stayed, everything I have is yours. And he welcomes the son who left with celebration. Our God blesses the prideful one who stayed. And He blesses the humbled one who returns. He pours out His love on both. On all. On me.

About jeannie

I am a devout Christian, American, conservative, mother, wife, and wannabe regular blogger.
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