Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Prodigal


One of the best known parables of Jesus' teaching is undoubtedly the parable of the prodigal son.   In Jewish society it was a terribly callous thing to ask for one’s inheritance before the death of one’s father and yet this is precisely what the younger son does. It would be hard to overstate the offensive nature of the son's request.  In seeking his inheritance early the son was in fact saying to his father, ‘You are as good as dead to me’.  Despite this, the father acquiesces to his son’s request; and the son quickly takes what belongs to him, packs his things, and (with hardly so much as a goodbye) leaves for a distant country. 

And this is where the prodigal part comes in (from the Latin prodigus meaning to drive away, to squander) – the younger son spends it all in dissolute living.  ‘Dissolute living’ is a rather sanitized expression for what was really going on here – indulgence in all worldly pleasures and excess.  Think of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas mixed with Hangover III topped off with Supersize Me.  He was quite literally devoured by the world and consumed with consuming.  The son was living it up…but it did not last.  Soon the son finds himself in that perpetual state many college students and young families …he was broke.  And not only was he broke – but there was a severe famine in the land.  The mere basics needed for survival were now scarce.  

The son, finding himself in need, hires himself out to the local pig farmer – and this piles on new humiliation.  For an observant Jew pigs are an unclean animal...and now the younger son lives among them and lives like them.  In fact, he doesn't even live as well as them, as the parable indicates, "No one gave him anything."  The scene is what Alcoholics Anonymous refers to as rock bottom.  From playboy to pigpen, the younger son’s prospects have grown dim.  And it is at this crucial juncture that the younger son begins to consider his options.  “How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare…and here I am dying of hunger.”  He makes up his mind: “I will return to my father and say, ‘Father, I have sinned, take me back no longer as a son but as a servant.’  In one last, desperate attempt to save his life, he begins the pilgrimage back home, rehearsing his speech.

After a long journey, he finally catches a glimpse of his father’s land and of his home; and a strange sight greets him, a figure off in the distance.  The person in the distance appears to be running.  This is a strange sight in Jewish society because running was considered undignified.  Soon the son realizes, to his own amazement, that it is indeed his own father who is rushing towards him…along with some breathless servants.  The son is caught off guard as the father throws his arms around him, kisses him and – just as the son begins his rehearsed apology – the father joyfully interrupts him and commands his servants to bring a robe and a ring and sandals, and for a banquet to be prepared, “...for this son of mine was lost and is found.”  Gone are the robes of the pigs and their unsavory smell.  Gone are the younger son’s apprehensions.  And yet all is not well, there remains the elder son, who is not at all pleased at the goings-on. 

When the elder son learns that his father has welcomed home the prodigal son he is so scandalized that he refuses to enter the father's banquet - thereby publicly castigating his father.  Ironically, he does this while brashly asserting how obedient he has been all through the years. Thus, he betrays the limits of his respect and devotion.  And yet the father, publicly rebuffed by his elder son, nonetheless comes out and pleads with him to come and celebrate the prodigal’s banquet, “We had to celebrate, for this brother of yours was dead and has come back to life”.   

Jesus told this parable because experts in the law and of religion scoffed at his choice to fraternize with sinners.  They couldn't understand why a teacher and preacher would prefer the company of those whose moral lives left so much in need for correction.  And so Jesus shared with them this parable to reveal in so many words a point he would make elsewhere, "the healthy have no need of a physician, but those who are sick do."

The centrality of the father who forgives the younger son's indiscretion and overlooks the insult of the elder son has led to some calling this the parable of the prodigal father.  Since prodigal means extravagant and luxurious we can readily see that the father was extravagant...extravagant in mercy and luxurious...luxurious in love.  

 I include this reflection during what is called the Octave of Easter.  Because the Church celebrates Easter Sunday for eight consecutive days.  Solemn vestments of gold are worn, the Easter Alleluia dismissal is used, and the mood remains festive.  In a world that moves so quickly we are tempted to dismiss Easter as soon as we find ourselves collecting the disposable foil from our Easter bunnies and eggs.  But the Church is wise; she calls us to reflect for a bit longer.  In fact, she lays out for us an entire Easter season, which lasts 50 days.  Perhaps the story of the prodigal father seems out of place during this time of reflection on the Resurrection of Christ.  But somehow it's what I have to offer at this time.  Perhaps there is a gift for us in that.  

Happy Easter everyone!

2 comments:

  1. A great reflection to start the day as I drink my tea and scroll my screen. Depending upon the time or place I find that all three characters find refuge in me. I have forgiven without thought, I have squandered my resources and talents for the pleasure of the moment while showing no concern for those around me, and I have sat back jealous and disrespectful with hurt feeling when I didn't feel I was getting the credit, respect or attention that I deserved. This is a good reminder to work on being the father but to forgive myself for being the sons. When I start the day seeking God's will for me, I tend to walk in peace and trust through out the day, and when I start the day stoking my own ambitions, I tend to put my will on others and the result is usually a restlessness as I try to control, what is not for me to control. This was indeed a gift, thank you!

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    1. A very refreshing reflection - glad you shared it!

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