A Tale of Two Brothers
Scripture Reading: Jr 3:12b-15,19-22; 1Jn 3:7-20; Lk 15:11-32
Reflections from a Monk
I have to admit, I’m uncomfortable with how this Sunday is designated by the tradition: The Sunday of the Prodigal Son. It can cause us to hear the parable in a way that focuses attention primarily on the younger son, who leaves home, squanders his inheritance, and then finally comes to himself, returns home and experiences his father’s unconditional love and forgiveness. And it is that on one level.
But if we hear it only on that level, we’ll inevitably hear the parable sentimentally: “Oh look, it’s a beautiful metaphor for how God takes back the wayward sinner no matter what…” And as a result, none of us will change, because most likely we won’t see ourselves in the story. The point of the parable is that both of the sons are alienated from the father: yet only the younger son knows it. The older son assumes that he’s the good son, the faithful and dutiful son. He has followed the rules to the letter. It never occurs to him that he’s just as alienated as his brother and it takes the whole story to make this clear. Today might be more properly called, “The Sunday of the Two Sons”, and I’ll give you a hint: It takes dead aim at each of us, no matter how spiritually we may be living.
The context is crucial. You didn’t hear it today, but the beginning of the chapter in which this story is found tells us that tax collectors and sinners were drawing near to Jesus and that the scribes and Pharisees were deeply disturbed by this: “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.” This is the attitude Jesus takes aim at in the parable – the self-righteousness that is blind to its own alienation. It’s not hard to imagine that when they heard the parable, the scribes and Pharisees would have been infuriated, for they would have realized that Jesus saw them as the “elder” brother, totally jealous over the father’s lavishness.
So Jesus was addressing the parable as much to the scribes and Pharisees as he was to the tax collectors and sinners, and the parable concludes with a powerful plea for them to change their minds and hearts, to let them be broken and renewed. It makes me wonder: Looking around here, I think it’s safe to say that there aren’t too many “younger” brother types among us, at least as we are now. But what about the “older” brother … I wonder if we can fit into his shoes? The parable challenges us to hear our own indignation when we discover that all our piety and devotion won’t merit any special consideration from God: we won’t earn a higher spot in heaven – that drunkards, thieves and profligates will stand elbow to elbow with us, benefiting from the same mercy, the same compassion. Given that, might we even catch ourselves saying, “Why bother?? What’s the point of being devout, fervent… What advantage does it bring me, anyway?”
Bingo: there’s the source of the alienation. Whenever spirituality is mired in ego, we find ourselves like the elder brother, in a far-off land as well (even tho we’re sleeping in our own bed); we can’t see the forest through the trees… What must he have thought when he heard the father say, “My son, you are with me always, and all I have is yours…”? The son was totally unaware of his true reality, with what he was living with. The question remains: does this realization create a gratitude that naturally seeks to respond to the grace it has experienced?
This reminds me of a story: it seems that there was a freighter that went through a violent storm off the coast of South America in which the ship was damaged. The water supply was also lost and soon the crew on the freighter was parched with thirst. Seeing another ship approach, they signaled it requesting some water. The ship signaled back, “Lower your buckets into the ocean…” When they did, they pulled up fresh, sweet water from the sea. Turns out that though they were out of sight of land, they were floating several miles off the mouth of the Amazon river, in which the water continued to be fresh well into the ocean.
Let us lower our buckets where we are and find the sweet water of Divine love that is freely offered, if only we have the humility to accept it, and the graciousness to share it with others.