It happened at the Post Office,
on a busy day. While Bev went in to stand in line, I parked the car. I may
have lingered a bit to listen to the radio. Eventually, I decided to join
Bev in the Post Office. The line to the counter was a lone one. When I
reached Bev’s place in line, we began to chat. That’s when it happened.
The man behind us began to shout something about me going to the back of the
line. I think I turned around and smiled, thinking it must be someone I
knew, joking with me. The man was as serious as a police officer in a speed
trap. He went on shouting about people waiting in line a long time and how
I shouldn’t be butting in. He paused from his boisterous chiding. Then he
asked me if we were together. I think he had just figured out that this was
my wife here in line and my joining her did not represent a second
transaction at the counter. I said yes. I thought he might apologize for
making such a needless scene, but he didn’t. The whole thing made me
embarrassed. What’s more, I was embarrassed for him. I couldn’t
believe that anyone could be so rude. Frankly, I find such behavior
offensive. Whew! Thank you! I guess I needed to get that off my chest.
Well, some people found Jesus’ behavior
offensive. People that mattered were offended at some of the things Jesus
did. Case in point: Jesus welcomes sinners! In today’s gospel lesson, it
says, “Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to
him.” Also present were the religious authorities who grumbled at this,
saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.” Grumble.
Grumble. Grumble. Jesus welcomes sinners! Well, he does, doesn’t he?
There he was one day, out picking up a few disciples when he came upon a tax
collector named Levi. Tax collectors were Jewish turncoats, working for the
occupying Romans. Jesus approached him and said, “Follow me.” And Levi got
up, left the tax collecting business then and there, and followed Jesus.
Jesus welcomes sinners! Another time, Jesus quoted what the people must
have been saying about him, “Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax
collectors and sinners!” It was not meant as a compliment to him. Indeed,
Jesus welcomes sinners!
Of course, you know what that means. If
Jesus is the self-revelation of God, then God welcomes sinners. If
we learn of God’s true nature from Jesus, then God welcomes sinners. In
other words, if Jesus is the self-revelation of God, then welcoming sinners
is not some misguided human activity; welcoming sinners is divine behavior.
Jesus told a story about how God welcomes sinners. Our parable in today’s
gospel lesson is not about the sons primarily, but about the father. Let’s
look at what he does. The younger son has asked for his share of the
inheritance, which, according to Jewish custom, would have been one third.
After blowing his whole wad, the kids hire out as a pig feeder. Anyone
hearing this story understands that the kid has defiled himself, making it
impossible for the father ever to accept him as his son again. Even the son
understands that, for he rehearses a speech about returning home not as a
son but as a hired hand. With that preparation, the kid comes home. Now
watch the father’s actions. Does he see the kid coming home? He does.
Does he turn his back on his son? He does not. Instead, the father is
filled with compassion. He runs out to his son, puts his arms around him,
and kisses him. The kid begins his rehearsed speech: “Father, I have
sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called
your son.” Just then, his father begins to bark orders: “Quickly, bring
out a robe—the best one—and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and
sandals on his feet.” You see what is happening? His son is getting to
return as his son. He is being forgiven. His relationship with his
father is being restored, because his father welcomes him back. The robe,
ring, and sandals are all symbols of sonship. On top of it all, the father
orders that the fatted calf be barbequed for a coming home party! You want
to see how God welcomes sinners? Jesus says it’s just like this.
“Not fair!” someone must be saying. Isn’t
that what the older son says to his father? You bet! Listen to him. You
can hear him seething. He tells his father, “Listen! For all these years I
have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed your
command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I my
celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came back. . . .”
Oh, listen. He doesn’t say, “But when my brother came back. . . .”
No, he says, “But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your
property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!” Not fair!
Why a party for this sinful son? Why doesn’t he get what is coming to him?
Instead of the best robe, why doesn’t the kid have to wear the tunic of a
slave? Instead of a new ring, why doesn’t the son have to wear the calluses
of hard labor? Instead of these symbols of sonship, why doesn’t the kid
have to serve the father like a slave and eat their food and remain outside
the family? Why isn’t he crawling back to his father, instead of dancing at
a party? What was it we wore on Ash Wednesday to mourn our sins? Ashes.
We had no party that day. Not on Ash Wednesday. It wasn’t fitting. We
left the service in silence. That was fitting. A party for a sinner? Not
fair!
When you hear this story, with which son do
you most identify? For those of us who have been Christians all or most of
our lives, we probably identify with the dutiful son. Chances are, we see
people around us who need to repent, who need to come begging for
forgiveness. But we’re not like them. We see those people who terrorize
family members during a domestic squabble, taking their wives away at
gunpoint. We’re not like them. We see those corporation executives in
their tailored-made suits being dragged off in handcuffs, charged with
cooking the books and giving themselves golden parachutes while the company
collapses and while the pension funds of their employees evaporate. We’re
not like them. We see those young men on TV, giving drugs to toddlers.
When interviewed on TV, the perpetrator could only mutter, “Well, at least
it wasn’t as bad as some other stuff.” We’re not like them. No! No!
We’re not like them. And when one such person smiles at the TV camera and
says, “I’ve got Jesus,” some of us might be thinking to ourselves, “No way!
He doesn’t get to be let off that easily. Let him serve his time. Let him
come crawling down the aisle of a church to confess his sin and plead for
mercy. Let him plead for mercy for a good long time.” That’s what we
think. We’re not like them.
Or are we? I don’t know about you, but I
wouldn’t want to receive what’s fair. I wouldn’t want to receive fair
treatment. If you think that’s odd, consider what I would receive if my
treatment from God were fair. Fair would mean that I have ruined my chances
of ever getting to return home as a son of my heavenly Father. Fair would
mean that I had ruined my relationship with God forever. Fair treatment
would mean that I would be forever distant from God. That would be fair.
If God were to give me what I deserve, it would be banishment from God’s
presence, now and forever. That’s what’s fair. I wouldn’t want to get what
I deserve. I wouldn’t want what’s fair.
Good news! God welcomes sinners!
Remember? Good news! We don’t get what’s coming to us. That’s why people
like me ought to celebrate. Our gospel lesson today tells the story of how
freely God welcomes sinners. That’s me, a sinner! You, too? Then we
should celebrate that we do not get what we deserve. Instead, we get
grace. We get God’s unmerited favor toward us. “Unmerited.” That means we
don’t deserve it. We don’t get what we deserve. We get grace instead. So
maybe when someone like Chuck Colson comes out of prison saying that he’s
been born again, we should celebrate with him. He’s received the same grace
we have all received. So we should be willing to join the party that
celebrates his return home to the heavenly Father, for that party celebrates
the grace of God. It is that same grace that allows us to return home to
the Father. And that’s a reason to celebrate.
Before we go, just this one more
observation. In Jesus’ story, the father has two sons. He loves them
both. He demonstrates his love as he goes out to each one, as each one
needs him. When the prodigal son returns home, his father runs out to him,
puts his arms around him, and kisses him. Then he begins to order that
symbols of sonship to be given placed on the son. When the party for the
younger son begins, the older son becomes angry and refuses to go in. What
does his father do? He comes out to his son to reassure him of his
continual love. Both sons have the invitation to be with him, both the
prodigal son and the steadfast one. The father loves them both, giving to
each one what each needs. One son needs forgiveness, and he receives it.
The other son needs reassurance, and it is offered to him. The father loves
both.
If this story is about how freely God
welcomes sinners—and it is!—then, no matter which son we identify with, we
should be glad for grace. We should be glad for the richness of God’s
mercy, even when it is given lavishly to someone who does not deserve it.
For that’s what God does. God does it all the time. God welcomes sinners!
That includes you! That includes me! God welcomes sinners! Let’s
celebrate! A party celebrating God’s lavish grace is held right here every
Sunday.