Advent Devotions

Today’s author is Prince of Peace member, Debbie Jorgens.

Text: Luke 15:11-32

The story commonly referred to as the prodigal son is certainly one of the most well-known of all Jesus’s parables. I remember being in a seminary classroom when our professor divided us into small groups to examine the text and answer the question: “Which character in this parable do you most identify with?” Perhaps you have contemplated this question, as well.

The truth is that at different times in my life I have borne at least some resemblance to each person in the parable. Like the older son, I was occasionally jealous of the loving attention my parents showered on my siblings – especially when I thought they least deserved it. I can only imagine how many times I cried, “That’s not fair!” And yet, I was also the recipient of my parents’ love and generosity, something I failed to recognize because I was too pre-occupied with my own perceived needs.

And like the younger son, I have sometimes been rebellious, wandering away from the One who loves me beyond measure, convinced that I somehow know what’s best for me. Thankfully, when I come to my senses, God is there as always, arms wide open to welcome me back home.

I also know something of what the father is this parable experienced. When he was in his late teens, my youngest son, Matthew, left home. We had experienced a tumultuous few years and ultimately, he decided he didn’t want to abide by my rules. He made just one request before leaving: “Mom, could I have the rug that’s underneath the dining room table?” I said “yes.”

Matt rolled up the rug, then wrapped his arms around me and told me he loved me. I watched, praying for his safety and well-being, as he walked up the street, one hand on the rug thrown over his shoulder and the other holding a bag with a few clothes and other necessities. Even now, that image pulls at my heartstrings.

This youngest son of mine was always a resourceful, outgoing kid with a big heart who made friends easily and accepted everyone, no matter their circumstances. So I knew he would have a roof over his head, if only for a few days at a time. But Matt was also very trusting while lacking discernment, and that’s what worried me the most. Thankfully, he called me from time to time to check in. And when too much time passed without hearing from him, my other sons were able to reassure me that all was well – at least, as well as could be, given the circumstances.

By the grace of God, Matt eventually made his way out of the wilderness, taking a circuitous route that was not without its challenges. But his journey had shaped him into a wiser, more compassionate and more humble young man.

In the parable, Jesus paints a vivid picture of the father’s reaction when he sees his son making his way toward home. I can well imagine the sheer joy and profound sense of gratitude he experienced because that’s what I felt upon my son’s return, too. Matt never again lived under my roof, but he had finally come home.

We give you thanks, O God, that nothing can ever separate us from your love. Help us to remember that even when we are not faithful, you are, and that even when we wander away, you are always ready to welcome us home again. Amen.