2191 Parable of the Lost Son – 2

Jesus tells us a story of 2 sons. One was the prodigal, and one was not. Of course the prodigal, the one who struggled, the one who messed up is the one who often gets the focus in the story. Afterall, he is the one who was lost and was found. He was the one who the father celebrated. But what about the other son. The son who didn’t struggle. The son who didn’t mess up. The son who stayed close to the father the entire time.

Jesus’ story is about TWO SONS. It’s not just about the lost son, but it’s also about the son who was never lost. We find ourselves in one or both of these sons.

Yesterday in part 1 of this parable we saw how the younger son asked for his share of the father’s inheritance early and left home. He quickly wasted all his money on wild living and end up starving and literally living with the pigs. But then he finally comes to his senses and realizes it would be better to be a servant in his father’s house than stay where he was. So, he prepares a big speech to return to his father and beg for forgiveness. But before he even reaches home, his father sees him still a long way off and runs to meet him. He doesn’t need to hear his speech, he celebrates that his lost son has returned and he throws a big party.

The prodigal has come home and the father gladly welcomed him back. Yay!

But there’s the other son. Jesus continues his story and you need to know about the other son, because maybe you find yourself more in the son who never left than the son who did. Here’s the rest of the story when the party began.

Luke 15: 25-32:

“The older brother was angry and wouldn’t go in. His father came out and begged him, but he replied, ‘All these years I’ve slaved for you and never once refused to do a single thing you told me to do. And in all that time you never gave me even one young goat for a feast with my friends. Yet when this son of yours comes back after squandering your money on prostitutes, you celebrate by killing the fattened calf!’

His father said to him, ‘Look, dear son, you have always stayed by me and everything I have is yours. We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found!”

Can’t you understand how the older son must have felt? He never felt celebrated. He never felt rewarded for his faithfulness. But now his screw up brother comes crawling back and he’s given a full blown party? What about his reward for never leaving? Really, isn’t that a fair feeling?