Luke 15:11-32 · The Parable of the Lost Son
Playboy Or Plowboy -- Let The Party Begin
Luke 15:11-32
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by Lee Griess
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It's a story that we all know by heart, the story of the father and his two sons. One was a plowboy, who stayed home, behaved himself and enjoyed the good life. The other was a playboy, who sought for himself the good life and ended up in a pigpen. Reduced to abject misery, the playboy swallowed his pride and came home, to be welcomed with a great celebration of joy.

The plowboy was angry at his father and jealous of his brother, so he boycotted the party. Coming in late from the fields, he heard music the likes of which he had never heard before coming from the house. It was a servant who explained to him, "Your brother has come home and your father has killed the fatted calf." And, boy, was he mad.

I don't know, maybe the plowboy was fattening the calf for the county fair. But more likely, he was angry that the calf was killed for his no-good playboy brother. And although the dominant mood on the farm that night was one of joy and celebration, there was at least one who was not so happy -- the plowboy brother. So unhappy, in fact, that he decided not only to boycott the party, but to spill his misery on as many people as he could, to wither the lettuce of their joy with the hot grease of his bitterness.

But thank God the plowboy and the playboy are not the only two characters in the story. There is also the loving father, the father who loved his sons with a deep, abiding love. And in spite of the great joy he had over the return of his long-lost son, he would not let it eclipse his love for the elder brother. And so the father came out and reminded his son of the good life they enjoyed together. The father left the warmth of the celebration joy and went into the cold night of the plowboy son's self-imposed pity.

It just wasn't fair -- was his complaint. In spite of his accumulated seniority on the farm, there had never been a time when even a lean goat (much less a fatted calf) had been slaughtered for him. It wasn't fair! But the father had his turn to speak and the father countered his son's brokenness and gives us our text for this morning. "Son," he says, "you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours!"

What an amazing story, this parable of the Prodigal Son. For there's more to it than just the story of a runaway boy. For each and every one of us, it is the story of our lives as well! Runaway or rebellious -- who cannot remember a time when one was at odds with parents, distanced from God or just "away from home" where one knew one ought not be? Or disciplined and disgruntled -- who cannot remember a time when doing right, fulfilling the expectations, staying at home seemed overlooked and unappreciated. This story of the playboy and the plowboy puts us in our places and shows us the Father.

For like most of the parables of Jesus, this story is a picture of God. A God who loves us enough to let go. The parable is the story of the playboy, the rebellious young man who goes to his father and demands his inheritance, only to squander it away. And when he returns, the father welcomes him home. In that sense, it is the story of a God who loves us enough to let go and to welcome us home in forgiveness when we return.

But it is also a story of a God who provides in abundance, whose love and care surround us each day. For it is also the story of the plowboy and a father who loves him with a constant love. The story tells us that sometimes the good life can become commonplace. The thousands of times the plowboy sat at his father's table had taken the edge off the blessing. It was no longer his father's providing that he enjoyed at home, but the wages he had earned for the work he had done. The plowboy's problem was that in his resentment over the fatted calf roasting on the spit, he had forgotten the deep freezer full of provisions that he constantly enjoyed. He'd forgotten the many times he had sat at the family table and was nourished by its delicious delights.

The story tells us that sometimes God's blessings can become commonplace and when they do, it is easy for us to miss the ordinary because we are only looking for the spectacular. For if we are not careful, like the plowboy, we have a tendency to see the Father's blessings at only the high points of our lives and forget the millions of bite-sized blessings we enjoy continually throughout our lives.

It can happen to us and it happened to the plowboy. His perspective was distorted by ingratitude. He had worked hard, he had earned everything he had received. It was not the father's to give -- it was his right! And so when he saw the incredible generosity of the father, he was enraged and his perspective was distorted. Listen to the conversation he had with his father. After the father left the party to come out to him, the plowboy began to file his complaint. And he zeroed in on his unhappiness when he said (and listen carefully), "When this son of yours," (notice he says son of yours), "when this son of yours came back, who had devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him." The amazing thing about this is that what he said is true. The playboy was wrong. No doubt about it. He had squandered the inheritance. He had brought dishonor on the family. He had "sinned against God and man," as he readily admitted.

The plowboy's problem, however, was not that he had his facts mixed up. It was a matter of perspective -- a problem of attitude. In his self-conceived pity, his poor-me perspective, he could not see the same love and forgiveness, that the same welcome that meant the father had found a long lost SON also meant that he had received a long lost BROTHER. And so the father had to explain, saying, "We had to celebrate and rejoice because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life."

Two siblings -- one who wasted his inheritance on wild and destructive living -- and the other who could not welcome his brother back. Two people who were both wrong: the younger who turned his back on his father and the elder who turned his back on his brother. And neither is worse than the other.

Let me tell you a true story. Back in 1893 there were a group of four sisters, the Cherry Sisters they called themselves, who made their stage debut in Cedar Rapids in a skit they wrote themselves. For three years, the Cherry Sisters performed to packed theaters throughout the Midwest. People came to see them to find out if they were as bad as they had heard. Their unbelievably atrocious acting enraged critics and provoked the audience to throw vegetables at the would-be actresses. Wisely, the sisters thought it best to travel with an iron screen which they would erect in front of the stage in self-defense.

Amazingly, in 1896 the girls were offered a thousand dollars a week to perform on Broadway -- not because they were so good, but because they were so unbelievably bad. Seven years later, after the Cherry Sisters had earned what in that day was a respectable fortune of $200,000, they retired from the stage for the peaceful life back on the farm. Oddly enough, these successful Broadway "stars" remained convinced to the end that they were truly the most talented actresses ever to grace the American stage. They never had a clue as to how bad they truly were!

The parable this morning does not tell us what the elder brother did when his father came out to speak to him. It doesn't reveal to us whether the plowboy realized his envy and disdain had made him just as bad as the playboy. Yes, the elder brother had never stooped to find himself in the pigpens of life. He would never have been caught dead carousing with prostitutes or wasting his resources in riotous living (and that's good!). Even though he had no right to judge, he could not understand what caused his brother to leave. He would not accept the sincerity of his brother's confession and was scandalized at his father's joy and welcome. In the end, his inability to forgive, his refusal to rejoice at the return of another were just as offensive to Jesus as the sins of the playboy.

This parable is a story about God, our God, who loves us with an everlasting love and accepts us, playboy and plowboy alike. It is a story of ourselves. You and I know many elder brothers in this world. In fact, we are often them. And we have trouble accepting those whom God accepts, forgiving those whom God forgives, and loving those whom God loves.

Perhaps you've seen the cartoon strip, Calvin and Hobbes. Calvin is a little boy with an overactive imagination and a stuffed tiger, Hobbes, who comes to life as his imaginary friend. In one cartoon strip, Calvin turns to his friend Hobbes and says, "I feel bad I called Susie names and hurt her feelings. I'm sorry I did that." Hobbes replies, "Maybe you should apologize to her." Calvin thinks about it for a moment and then responds, "I keep hoping there's a less obvious solution." We have trouble accepting those whom God accepts because we take God's acceptance for granted and God's forgiveness as our right.

We are much like the elder brother who preferred justice to mercy. We have worked for what we have (or so we think), and it's unfair that everyone else should not have to do the same. We have earned God's favor (or so we think) by "staying at home." We have merited his acceptance by the good life that we live. So how dare God receive and accept the playboy who returns with repentance? We forget that the reason Jesus told this story to begin with was to remind those for whom God's favor had become commonplace that God's love encompasses everyone and that God's forgiveness and welcome are open to all. For the fact is, we are all sinners, whether we stay at home or wander away. We are all sinners, whether we turn our backs on God or on our brothers or sisters in righteous judgment of them.

Yes, God treats God's children differently. Jesus tells us that in the parable of the talents where one person is given ten talents of gold, another three and yet another only one. When the master returns, the master commends those who used their talents and rebuked the one who did not. And the conclusion of the parable says, "For everyone who has been given much, much is required."

God treats all differently, but loves all the same, with an everlasting love that forgives the wayward and welcomes the prodigal, as well as continually blesses those at home. Some of us here this morning may identify with the prodigal. We can acknowledge that there are things in our lives that we regret, times when we let others down, broken promises, failed actions, and sins of which we are not proud. The story this morning tells us that there is a place at God's table for us.

Others may identify with the elder brother. For even a quick review of our lives shows us times when we passed judgment on others, times when we looked down on others, exalted ourselves in our righteousness, and despised the sinner who did not measure up. The story this morning tells us that there's a place at God's table for us as well. Playboy or plowboy -- God's welcome awaits us. His forgiveness is real and his love eternal. So let the party begin. It is time for us to turn in repentance, accept the Father's welcome and come to God's table of grace. Amen.

CSS Publishing Company, Taking The Risk Out Of Dying, by Lee Griess