Party On!
(Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32) Lent 4c, March 14, 2010
How many of you like to celebrate, dance, sing, eat and make merry? What a question, eh and at church too!
I tell you 2 stories: there was another little boy. He had always dreamed of having a dog, a puppy. When he was 5 years old, his parents had taken him to different kennels to look at dogs. He had picked one out at least the mother of his pup. Some months later his dog arrived. His dog was a fox terrier. The boy named his pup LUCKY. You see he felt very lucky to have his own dog. But there was one problem. Even though Lucky loved his family, Lucky also loved to wander. They would keep Lucky on the leash but sometimes Lucky would get away and not return for minutes, or for hours. One day Lucky disappeared and didn't come back at all that day. Nor did he return the 2nd or 3rd day. The boy was heartbroken. His parents had looked everywhere. They had put posters up in stores and schools. They had even taken ads out in the local newspaper and on the local TV station. But no Lucky. No Lucky for 1 week, 2 weeks, 6 weeks. But then, when the little boy had almost given up hope of ever finding Lucky, the phone rang about 10 o'clock at night. The little boy was in bed. But he could hear some of what his mom and dad were saying on the phone. Then he heard the door slam, the car leave. In about an hour, he woke up to the bark of his dog. Lucky had come home. Let me tell you, there was some celebrating in that house that night, lots of happy tears, milk and cookies and a treat for Lucky. In fact in the midst of the celebration I don't know who was happier, the little boy, the mom, the dad or the dog. THERE WAS A WHOLE LOT OF CELEBRATING GOING ON.
A second story: In my last congregation there was a woman whom I came to know and appreciate. Over time I learned a bit about her life. She was one of 4 girls in her family. 3 of them were doing well. Not that they didn't have some struggles. All human beings have struggles. But the 4th sister had major struggles. This sister would not be heard from for months at a time. The family had learned that in the midst of all of this daughter's struggles - financial, emotional and mental, that she had moved to the Lower East Side of Vancouver. Now she doesn't even have a telephone. She would rarely if ever call home. Her family was becoming more and more worried. They had tried many things over the years. Earlier on, when she was much younger one or more of her family would make unannounced visits. For years her parents regularly sent money and gifts. At times she would demand or politely ask for money from her parents. It was never paid back even though she had promised. As time went on this daughter's life continued to spiral downwards, out of control. When I left that congregation the family had not heard from her in over 4 months. Can you imagine what it would mean for them if she were to come home, get whatever help she might need, allow them to again become part of her life? Can you imagine the joy that would flow into their lives, particularly the life of her father and mother? Do you think that everyone in the family would then rejoice?
I tell these stories to push us into the middle of Jesus' parable. It's so familiar! Do you identify with any of the people in the parable or perhaps even more than one?
In some ways the younger son can't wait for his father to die. He wants everything that he can have from his father not later but right now. This younger son wants the future without waiting, freedom without relationships, rights without responsibility. Amazingly, surprisingly, perhaps even foolishly his father gives him his inheritance. We need to know this would come at a price for the father.
Immediately the younger son leaves home. He is the life of the party. He spends everything he has. But then unforeseen circumstances arise. Who knows: perhaps the price of housing escalates, or the job market crashes, or there is a recession. We are told that most certainly there is a famine. Now the younger son needs to work. He feeds pigs. For any Jewish person this would be the lowest of lows. But this younger son is so famished that he is sorely tempted to eat even the pig's food. But then he comes to his senses. He remembers his father, the life his father provides for any in his father's employ. The younger son decides to return home, apologize to his father, see if his father will hire him. His only hope is to live as his father's employee. He knows that His father's hired hands have a better life than he now has. So, this younger son carefully (manipulatively?) rehearses his speech as he heads toward what was once his home.
The older son seems to be so responsible. He works hard. He never lightens up. He probably isn't overly close to his father. But one day he will be the boss! I wonder if this first-born son is close to anyone, if he is capable of ever truly celebrating, dancing and singing? He has his nose to the grindstone. Others probably respected him, at some level. I mean compared to his younger brother?
One night the older son is returning from his day of work. As he nears the house he hears the loud sounds of a HUGE PARTY. It is unusual. So he asks one of his father's employees, "what's going on?" The man tells him. Your "lost" brother has returned. Your father has welcomed him back with open arms. The best animal on the place has been killed. Everyone has come to the party. They are all dancing, singing, and drinking!
The older son is FURIOUS! He refuses to partake in any such party! How could his father throw a party for that other "son", that irresponsible ****** jackass?
Through all of this we also see the father. When the younger son first approached him demanding his inheritance, the father had divided his very "living" between his sons. This is an extremely unusual action for a Jewish man of that time and place. But he does it anyway. Immediately the younger boy goes his way. For a long time there is no word from him. The father longs for that boy to come home. In fact everyday the father shields his eyes from the sun looking to the horizon. How he aches, how he misses his son!
Then one day it happens. The younger son appears on the horizon. In that instant the father forgets himself. He hikes up his long robes and begins to run. His eyes are burning. He stretches out his arms to his son. The younger one is mumbling some confession. But that doesn't matter. What matters, what is most important, is that HIS SON, has come home. The father hurriedly makes ready a party for the entire community even as he restores his son from shame to full sonship. Everyone will share in the father's joy!
Yet as the party begins the older son will not join. Now this father loves both his sons. So he goes outside to plead with the older one. Do we hear his pleading, the ache in his voice: "Son. All that I have is yours. But now your brother who has been lost has come home. He is found. Come let's celebrate together!"
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Whom do you identify with?
In so many ways it seems that the father is a fool. He has given his living, his property, all that he has worked for, to his 2 sons even before he dies. In this he would have forfeited some of his reputation in the community. But neither of his sons understands nor appreciates their father. Neither of them lives as if they are truly sons. The younger boy lives with a "gimmme, gimme, gimme" approach! Even after this younger son has lost everything he approaches his father in manipulative ways with a rehearsed speech and a hope to somehow earn his way into the father's good graces. Those of us who have lived a little bit know that there isn't any guarantee that this younger son has changed at all.
The older son may have never realized who he is. Remember that the father divided his living among his 2 sons. All that the father has is also the older son's. Yet the older son chooses instead to see himself as a slave: a very good and faithful slave but a slave nevertheless. The older son is bitter and resentful of his father's graciousness to that son who continually abuses his sonship. The older son may have wondered about the old man's mind. By the end of the parable the older son refuses even to acknowledge that he has a brother. As this older boy reproaches his father he says to the father, "That son of yours".
In these 2 son's lives there is both tragedy and hope. Neither one of them appreciates nor lives within the love that their father has for them. Such is tragedy!
But, and here is the hope, the father doesn't give up on them. As the parable ends we wonder what will happen in the lives of these 2 sons. There isn't a definitive answer.
Today we gather around a symbol that speaks of the heart of our Father and Mother, God. This symbol is the cross of Jesus. God reaches out to all people, to all creation, to love and care for them, to restore and rescue them from our broken relationships with God, with each other with the rest of creation. God wants to restore us our relationships with each other, to a future that has promise where we are not alone.
We have been and probably are at many different places in our lives. Sometimes like the younger son we may have tried to live with a "gimme, gimme, gimme" attitude. We may even attempt to manipulate those who love us, including God. How tragic to not realize whose we are!
At other times we may be like the older son feeling pretty darn good about ourselves. Surely we deserve what we have. But do we ever truly experience the joy of being loved by God, the excitement of seeing others being loved and found by God?
Don't we see? God the Father and Mother of all, our Father and Mother is the one who gives all of their being for us. Because of God's actions in Jesus we can live now in caring relationships with God and with each other, with the rest of creation now and forever. It's not either or. It's not us against them.
Such living is not easy. In fact it is anything but possible if left to our own devices. Look at our track record individually and collectively. There has been a whole lot of excluding, a whole lot of fear, hatred, envy, jealousy and strife going on.
But God, our Father and Mother through Jesus wills to change us. Even as the father in the parable rejoices, so too, God rejoices when any of the children return to God, regardless of their motives. When the lost is found, when one who has been dead in their awareness of God, experiences new life, what can any of us do but be thankful and celebrate! God loves this crazy world.
So, will we go from this place to live, to love and celebrate the reality of our God the Father's, God our Mother's amazing love? Or will we miss the party? Amen.