The parable of the prodigal son is one of the most well known stories in the Bible. Rembrandt painted a masterpiece of this Biblical story that can be found in the Hermitage Museum in Saint Petersburg. I actually visited St. Petersburg because I wanted to see that painting with my own eyes. It was massive, measuring some eight feet by six and one half feet. The prodigal is kneeling before his father, who has both hands on his son’s shoulders. But there is one figure that is often lost in the literal shadows of the painting and in the telling of the story. It is the older son.
Here is part of that story:
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.”
But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fatted calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard the music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’
The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’
‘My son, the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’” - Luke 15: 20 - 32 (NIV)
The contrast here, of course, is between the father, who welcomed the prodigal back home, and the older brother, who would not even attend the party. The sad thing is that it is possible for us to be more like the older brother than the father. There are many prodigal stories in our world. People who have wandered from God and eventually returned and of course, all of us were prodigals at one time from God before we came home.
The father has a heart like Jesus who literally throws a party when the prodigal returns. He embraces the lost who was found, in spite of the prodigal’s actions in squandering the inheritance the father had provided him. In truth, the prodigal didn’t deserve anything, and he knew it. But the father, like God, chose to welcome Him home with a party and a great celebration. You see, that is what happens in heaven when a prodigal returns.
The older son would not have any of it. He was not about to extend grace to one who didn’t deserve it. This is like some Christians who never welcome a prodigal home or make them prove their sincerity and look at them with disdain as someone beneath them. Or, they never let the prodigal forget his or her sins and want them to live in shame. But not God! Who is rich in love and mercy and forgives and extends His blessing to those who come or return to Him.
Which do you want to be: Like the father or like the older son?
Father, forgive me for those times when my heart has not been glad like Yours when a prodigal came home. Forgive me for looking down on them when You bless them. Forgive me for withholding my love until they prove themselves and for shaming them. I desire to be like the father. Help me to have his heart. Amen.