This weekend I taught from a familiar story: the prodigal son. Without question this story paints a provocative portrait of God’s love. It confronts any fundamental stereotype that we might project onto God; such as, the overused cliche of a whimsically vindictive god who hurls bolts of lightening at helpless victims. Sorry, that was a long sentence. Anyways, this story was the result of Jesus’ radically subversive action: association with sinful people. It breathes a fresh picture into our sometimes narrow or shallow perspective of grace. I read a statement several months ago that sums up, at least for me, the essence of grace. God is irrationally generous to the least strategic of His creatures. This idea runs through the whole kingdom message of Jesus.
The more I think about this story, the more convinced I am that it should be renamed prodigal father, as some pastors/scholars have suggested. The father was profoundly more wasteful with his generosity then the son with his rebellion. There is an unquestionable je ne sais quoi in this story. ( I don’t know what to make of it). In other words, because God’s grace is infinitely deeper then any category that we could create for it, it is difficult to put into words how scandalous it really is…
But as I was preparing for this message, I begin to see things differently. First, this story was about Israel leaving and then coming back to her God. Exile and homecoming is embossed within this parable. In fact, it seems in explicit and implicit ways, this theme of leaving and coming home again is the plot line of the Hebrew Bible. Israel was not banished; she simply left. Next, this truth about the prodigal son is also our truth. We would rather get our own way and fail; then, not get our own way and be fulfilled. I am realizing the great lengths that we will go to get our own way, even if the result is tragic. Finally, the picture of the Father waiting the return of His son is evocative. I can’t help but wonder if we got things upside down. We want God to move for us and on our behalf but what if God is waiting for us to move towards Him. In other words, and in a downright homespun way, I think God is waiting for us to come home. Our story is that we have left and grace is waiting our return. Perhaps, one of the reasons we struggle with grace so much is that we really haven’t left our pigpen. We are stuck in doing what we want to do which naturally inhibits us from truly understanding how revolutionary grace is. I don’t think the son could have ever conceptually understood his father’s generosity. But he could experience it! He came home not to a father that wanted to banish him; he came home to father that wanted to celebrate his return. That I think makes some sense of grace; it is not just a nice concept but in some way it is a fundamental experience of God’s love…
So true and so so true. I fully agree that we often forget what grace is about and that we have all run astray even when we have known and continue to comprehend what we should do…and what we yet have not done. In worship i can’t help but remember what this sacred act resembles…us leaving our “pigpens” and running home to the hands that gave life: so that we could enjoy it more abundantly. A hope that never disappoints. A trust that through every trial and unknown circumstance…failure and shortcoming…should be STRENGTHENED. Have i ever said how much I appreciate your thoughts Pastor? Brilliant post.
I’ll talk with big words because I skipped class today! Consider yourself lucky. I’ll try to make sense too, but that might be a stretch.
The thought of parables not only being of personal significance but of ecclesiastical significance just opens up so many things… I’ve been wondering lately how we as the church for some reason just got off track on living in God’s promises and a lot of the time it just seems like as a people we’re in this land of desolation… We even feel like we belong there simply because we’re there and God hasn’t shown up in the clouds to rescue us from not listening to Him.
It seems that just like Israel (the country not me – I NEVER do this!) we have this impressive gift of being just plain stupid – when the greatest riches in the world are offered to us, we respond with something off-key like “Well, I’ve got other things I need to get done right now but I’ll go read my bible and worship a Holy God and watch His glory break though in my life… Some other time.”
But then we get left empty because we’re detached, broken, empty… And wonder how we got there. Which is a whole different comment in itself. And then we come back to God and think that for some reason what God says is actually for someone else… And then if he does choose to bless us, we restrict him by saying, “I’m not worthy to eat at the palace, I’ve got this really great gelatinous glop waiting for me at home, I’m good.”
But then if we just let God be God and expectantly hope for Him to do things greater than we can do (again, a whole other comment)… He just runs up and tackles us because He’s just that crazy about us; he’s absolutely ecstatic and he’s looking at the horizon hollerin’ like a hillbilly, “MY BOY’S COMIN’ BACK! WE’RE HAVIN’ A PARTY!” And if we just let Him do what He wants, all of a sudden, I mean out of nowhere, I mean like “BAM!”, He overtakes and overcomes everything in sight! Everything just falls into His order and if you just start looking around, His hand is everywhere…
We’ve got things so backwards… Not even kidding!
God Love you Krist. I Love your brain.