PRODIGY OR PRODIGAL?
-- Flying The Coop
Perhaps
the most compelling parable of the Bible is that of the Prodigal Son
(Luke 15:11-32). It not only addresses a host of Old Testament
representations of God, His Son(s) and His place in creation, but
examines foundational paradigms of the New Testament as well, ironically
enough, in the very place where the parable is found. It should be
noted, that in the earliest manuscripts, the moping “other brother” is
not a part of the original story, being added much later. (Editorial
license.) Originally, as soon as dad throws the party, end of story.
It is also our story.
Let’s
first examine the subject of our departure from God. The Genesis
version describes a big, angry God, kicking His children out of the
garden, while the parable’s version is that of Mr. Prodigal, who thinks
he is really Mr. Prodigy, choosing to strike out on his own--and does he
ever. Do not let the distinction escape your notice--it points to
culpability. Is God responsible for placing us in this precarious
universe, or, is it a decision of our own making?
Quantum
physics tells us that we create our own universe, not the other way
around. If there’s no one to observe it, it doesn’t even exist. If we
hadn’t chosen to separate ourselves from God (on a higher metaphysical
level) and leave heaven on a galactic misadventure, there wouldn’t even
be a universe. That position is upheld by the parable, placing the
responsibility for the separation clearly in the lap of the son.
Let’s
now look at the misadventures themselves. Was the father in any way
responsible for the circumstances the son encountered? The Old
Testament describes a God who interjects Himself regularly to bless us
when we’re good, and not-so-much when we’re not. Nowhere in the parable
does the father involve himself at all in his son’s gallivanting about.
The parable corrects any representation of God sovereignly
manipulating our circumstances by saying that it “rains on the just and
the unjust alike”. That’s a pretty hands-off approach.
Genesis
tells us that God made the heavens AND the earth (the universe of time
and space), and yet Jesus very publicly announced that His (God’s)
Kingdom (heaven) was NOT of this world (the universe). Our
misadventures occur in an arena not of God’s making, but of our own.
(Note earlier reference to the quantum model of universe creation.)
Considering the abundant life one can have living at home with dad,
the “birth and death” reality of the universe makes our meager existence
here a striking contrast.
When
Mr. Prodigal attempts to compensate for his bad judgment by scrounging
around to fill his empty belly, all efforts fall short. (Notice that
divine intervention is nowhere to be found.) We, too, find ourselves in
a continual mode of frantic acquisition, vainly trying to stem the tide
of scarcity. All our efforts resonate with the hollow ring of
continual dissatisfaction.
When
the son finally remembers (the only evidence of God found within the
misadventure) where three square meals can be found, he turns tail for
home. Taking inventory of his many misdeeds, and evaluating their
effects on his family status, he is fully expecting a trip behind the
woodshed with the switch, and a long stint slopping the pigs--not unlike
our own self-evaluation, further reinforcing our sinner-status.
Consequently, our resume is overlaid with deep foreboding.
But,
in the parable, the father considers none of it. His attitude is
unchanged. “My beloved son has returned home.” Before Mr. Prodigal
even steps through the door the party is on. Instead of obtaining a
complete debriefing of his son’s misadventures (and their compensatory
punishments), the father’s love rushes to meet his son. (Every time we
“turn to return”, God’s love rushes to meet us.) The “fire &
brimstone” rendition of God is notably absent.
There
are those who would have you believe that after Mr. Prodigal returns
home, the father, taking into account his son’s misbehavior, would then
appease his own displeasure by ordering his servants to take the OTHER
son out back and put him to death. So goes the love of God?
Thankfully, the story ends on a much happier note. And so does the truth.
Make the turn and feel the rush.
Party on.
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