There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.
After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.’ So he got up and went to his father.
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 fattened 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’ (Luke 15:11-24).
Louie Zamperini was a bombardier in the Army Air Corps in the Second World War. After his plane was damaged by Japanese anti-aircraft fire, Louie was assigned to search and rescue and was set to find a lost aircraft and her crew. During the search, the plane he was in experienced mechanical difficulties and went down in the Pacific, 800 miles from Hawaii. Eight of the eleven crew members were killed in the crash.
Louie and the other two spent 47 days at sea, drinking collected rainwater and eating whatever fish or birds they could catch. They fought off sharks and were strafed by Japanese planes. One of the three died. When they finally reached land, they were immediately captured by the Japanese and transferred to a prison camp. Later they were sent to another camp, where they were brutally tortured.
The Army supposed that Zamperini had died with the rest of the crew and listed him as KIA. Louie’s parents received a letter of condolence signed by President Roosevelt. But this wasn’t the first time Mr. and Mrs. Zamperini had lost Louie.
Before he was lost at sea, Louie was lost at home. When he was a teen, he was constantly getting into fights and stealing and drinking. One day, after an argument with his parents over chores, he told them he was leaving. His parents pleaded with him to stay, but he refused. So, his tearful mother made him a sandwich to take with him and his dad gave him $2 which, in the Depression, may have been all the money he had.
Louie hopped a ride on a train but nearly died after he got locked inside a boxcar in sweltering heat. When he was discovered, he was run off at gunpoint. With nowhere to go, he sat around the rail yard, dirty, bruised, and wet. He’d had nothing to eat except a can of beans he’d stolen, and nothing to do except watch the trains go by. When a passenger train passed, he saw people in the dining car, sitting at tables with tablecloths and crystal stemware, eating and laughing. And that’s when he remembered the sandwich his teary-eyed mother had given him, and the money his dad had put in his hand. He stood up and he started walking toward home.[1]
That is a modern (and real-life) retelling of Jesus’s Parable of the Prodigal Son (or better, The Parable of the Lost Sons, since both sons in the story are lost; or better still, the Parable of the Loving Father). It is the crown of Jesus’s 37 parables and it beautifully portrays what the God and Father of Jesus is really like.
The people to whom Jesus told this masterpiece of a story lived in a society where everyone had a place. That place depended on lineage, employment, education, annual income, assets, languages spoken, and religious credentials. Based on those particulars, you were assigned a spot, maybe on the A-list, or maybe down on E-list, level four, position 293. And that was who you were. (Not unlike today.)
If you were assigned to D-list, you looked down on those in E-list but were looked down on by the people in C-List, who were looked down on by the B-listers, and so on. If your religious credentials weren’t in order, regardless of the list you were on, people looked down on you. And according to religious orthodoxy, so did God.
Then came Jesus. He not only didn’t look down on people at the lower end of the scale, he got rid of the scale – threw it out. In a society where even a child could distinguish between the reputable and the disreputable, Jesus’s disregard for those distinctions was scandalous. He welcomed people in, while other religious leaders kept them out—and thought they were doing the right thing. How is it that Jesus treated people so differently?
He treated people differently because he knew that his Father was not like the God the religious leaders talked about. The Pharisees were sure that God did not want those people. He regarded them as a kind of infection. But Jesus knew that God does want those people, that he loves them, and considers them to be a kind of treasure.
That’s why Jesus told the stories in Luke 15. He wanted to clear up people’s misconceptions. He wanted them to know what he knew about his Father: He loves people, even after they have messed up. He wants them, even when they don’t want him. And if they only come to him because they are cold and hungry and miserable, he’ll still take them in, and do it in a heartbeat. That is what the God and Father of Jesus is like.
Jesus tells three stories in Luke 15. The first is about a guy who has one of his hundred sheep wander off. He’s still got 99, but he can’t stand to lose one, so he goes after it, finds it, and then throws a party to celebrate.
The second story is about a woman who had ten silver coins but lost one of them. She’s still got nine, but she won’t rest until she has found that one, and when she finds it, she throws a party.
The third story, the jewel in the crown, is about a dad who has two sons. Notice how the stakes get higher with each story. One out of a hundred. One out of ten. One out of two. One of the sons leaves his father, goes out into the world, and gets terribly lost.
Lost is one of a key word in these stories: it occurs 8 times in its noun and verb forms. The religious leaders would have said, “People are lost,” and Jesus would have agreed. As far as God is concerned, we’re not A-list of C-list or E-list. We’re either lost because we are away from him, which is a grief, even to God, or we’re found, because we’ve come back to him, which is reason to throw the biggest party ever. Jesus would have agreed with the Pharisees that people are lost but, unlike the Pharisees, he knew that God loves people whether they’re lost or found. And finding them is one of his chief delights.
The rabbis had a saying: “God rejoices over the downfall of the godless.” When the Pharisees heard that, they nodded their heads in agreement, but Jesus emphatically shook his in disagreement. That is not what his Father is like.
Jesus adds a lot of color to this story—there’s more detail than in any other. The lost son pulls a Louie Zamperini on his dad. He knows his dad doesn’t want him to leave, but he says (in effect), “I hate my life with you and I can’t wait to get out of here.” He then sells his share of the farm out from under his dad and brother (which would be bad form in our culture but was unthinkable in theirs), takes the cash, and bolts.
Now, if you are a Pharisee listening to this story, you know exactly how this dad feels. He is madder than a hornet – than a nest of hornets. And you know exactly what this dad would do: hold a qetsatsah ceremony, have his son declared dead, and a death certificate issued. As far as this dad was concerned, his boy died and any relationship they’d had died with him.
Jesus, being the greatest storyteller ever, leaves the dad there in his grief and shame and follows the son. And here is where the details come in. The son blows through his money in no time. He’s out there partying and telling himself that this is the life. He knows it can’t go on forever, but he’ll worry about that when the time comes. Then one morning, he wakes up with a hangover and discovers the time had come. (Our modern translations say something like, “he squandered his wealth” in verse 13, but a strictly literal translation is, “he squandered his being.” He might have said, “It’s only money,” but it wasn’t; he was squandering himself.)
And then life got really bad, really fast. Circumstances were against him: a famine; high unemployment; his friends left him. Jesus says, “no one gave him anything.” So, he did the last thing any self-respecting Jew would do: he took a job with a Gentile pig farmer. And things got so bad that he wanted to eat the pig’s food.
Jesus has a reason for telling us these details—one we might miss. Herding pigs was shameful for a Jew. The Mishnah said, “None may rear swine anywhere,” and “Cursed is the man who rears swine.” Just hearing Jesus say that this Jewish boy wanted to eat pig chow was enough to make a Pharisee retch. It was disgusting. And that Pharisee would be thinking, “He got what he deserves. If he is going to act like a pig, he should live with the pigs.”
If I were a first century Jewish father, and my son Joel (I’ll pick on him because he is our only son with a Hebrew name; we gave the other two Irish names) went to work for a pig farmer, I would be shamed before the entire community. And shaming one’s father was, in that time and place, one of the worst things a person could do. People would look at me differently, talk behind my back, and whisper that I was being punished for some secret, shameful sin.
The turning point of the story comes in verse 17. The son comes to his senses (literally, “comes to himself” – to who he really is: the son of a wonderful and kind man) and decides in that moment to go back to his dad. He has an idea that his dad might just take him back (as a hired hand, of course). So, he composes a speech, trying to say just the right thing to blunt his dad’s anger. He understands that his dad won’t acknowledge him – probably won’t even look at him – but maybe he’ll instruct the foreman to put him to work as a farmhand. Once he’s got his speech memorized, he gets up (literally, arises; it’s the word routinely used of rising in the resurrection, for this boy is coming back from the dead) and starts off toward his father.
The last time we saw the father, he was being hammered by rejection and disrespect, and Jesus has not mentioned him since. But now as the son approaches, our thoughts return to the father. Every Pharisee knows how this story ends. The old man will turn his back on the kid and say: “You are no son of mine! My son died! We held his funeral. You – whoever you are – go back to the pigs and live among your own kind.”
The reason the Pharisees know the father will say this is because it’s what they would say. And they would say it because they’re sure it’s what God would say. God is holy. He is righteous. He despises sinners.
And it’s not just Jesus’s A- and B-list hearers like the Pharisees who expect this ending; the D- and E-listers – the tax collectors and prostitutes – do too. So, imagine everyone’s surprise when Jesus said (this is verse 20): “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.”
And then, of course, he threw a party! (More about that next week.)
Jesus just pulled the theological rug out from under their Pharisaical feet. He tells them, “You’ve got it all wrong. God doesn’t write off people who are lost; he finds them. Not so he can punish them, but so he can throw his divine arms around them and kiss them and welcome them home.”
The son starts his speech, but the father doesn’t let him finish. No bargaining. No “I’ll do better this time.” He doesn’t make him sign a contract. He takes him in. Brings him home.
The Pharisees would have thought that was crazy. They believed that accepting people who do wrong takes away any motivation they might have to change. They thought the only leverage they had over people was rejection. You use a hammer to drive nails and you use rejection to change people. It was the only tool in their bag.
But Jesus knew that people don’t get better because you reject them; they get worse. The religious leaders were waiting for people to clean themselves up and become worthy of salvation, but God doesn’t wait. He doesn’t withhold his love until people meet a certain standard. He pulls up his robes and runs to them.
In first century Israel (and just about everywhere else), men wore robes. If for some reason they needed to run, they would pull the hem of their robe up and tie it above their knees. Older men didn’t tie up their robes like that; it was attire unbecoming a man of advanced years. But Jesus has this father (who is meant to show us what God is like) tie up his robes, not caring what anyone thinks, and run to his son. God won’t force us into a relationship with him – that would ruin everything he wants for us – but he will help us choose a relationship with him and will come running to us when we do.
The son in this story came to himself because he remembered what his father was like, just as Louie Zamperini remembered how his dad gave him money and told him that he was wanted. We’ll never come to ourselves until we come to our heavenly Father, and we’ll never come to him if we think he doesn’t want us.
But our heavenly Father does wants us; he wants you. Like the father in Jesus’s story, he doesn’t sit around waiting for you to come to him. He comes to you. He doesn’t demand, as the religious leaders of Jesus’s day did, that you get it all right before you come. He wants you – really wants you – to be with him and with his other children.
The younger son in this story almost missed out because he did not understand his father. He was sure that his father did not want him and would reject him. Some of us – all of us at one time or another – have had similar thoughts about God. Those thoughts are not true. He wants us. He really does.
There is much more to this story than we have time to go into this morning. I hope you will come to Go Deep on Wednesday night (we meet in the multi-purpose room on the other side of the lobby) to think together about the text and see how it applies to our lives. For now, I just want us to see what God is like. He is like a dad who takes back his son (or it could be his daughter); a dad who runs to take him back – who loves him, no matter what he has done.
Donald Miller had a friend – a kind, intelligent, gifted man – whose life was falling apart because of alcohol addiction. His marriage was full of strife, his relationship with his kids was in jeopardy, and Donald was afraid he might take his own life.
But his friend checked himself into a rehab and the next time Donald saw him, he had gone several weeks without a drink. The turning point – the moment he came to himself – happened at a recovery meeting. His dad had flown in for a visit and had attended the meeting with him. During the meeting, the man stood up in front of everyone – his dad included – and confessed all his issues and weaknesses.
When his son finally sat down, his father stood up. He looked at all the other addicts, then at his son, and he said: “I have never loved my son as much as I do at this moment. I love him. I want all of you to know I love him.” That helped Donald’s friend believe that God loved him, too. And if God loved him, his father loved him, and his wife loved him, he thought he just might make it.[2]
Your heavenly Father wants you – and all of us – to know that he loves you at this moment and every moment, no matter what mistakes you’ve made, what sins you’ve committed.
Blessing/Sending (Luke 15; Jeremiah 31)
Abandon the places to which you have wandered and return to the Father who loves you with an everlasting love. He rejoices to receive you.
[1] Adapted from Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken (Random House, 2010), pp. 11-15.
[2] Donald Miller, Searching for God Knows What, (Thomas Nelson, 2004), p. 130-131






