We all know the story of the prodigal son. It seems to pop up in the liturgy this time of year and I have worn a crease in my bible in that spot so that it falls open to that story often. Every time I read it I am brought to reflect on “who am I?” in the story.
There are times when I see myself as the one who ran off and enjoyed the pleasures of life and spent my life carelessly, but this time when my bible fell open to Luke 15, the resentful son seemed to look a lot like me. Recently I was confronted with a disappointment in my life. We all have them. It could be that you are passed up for a promotion, or that your friend gets a new car, or that you weren’t invited to a social gathering or it could date back to being the last one picked on the playground some 30 years ago. We may have been wronged and we may want justice, but like the resentful son I can sometimes whine and only see my point of view.
It takes looking at this from the Father’s eyes for me to see myself. I like to call him the Prodigal Father because it is from that perspective I need to see.
adjective \?prä-di-g?l\Definition of PRODIGAL
: characterized by profuse or wasteful expenditure : lavish
The word Prodigal means to spend lavishly. The father in the story does spend extravagantly, but not in a wasteful way. He spent lavishly on the wayward son by hosting the big party, but he also spent lavishly on the son who stayed home and worked dutifully.
‘My son, you are here with me always;
everything I have is yours.~ Luke 15:31
Everything is there for me too.
God spends lavishly on us. A small detail in the Cana wedding story opened my eyes to this. In that story the servants fill the water jars to the brim. Have you ever seen a container filled to overflowing? The liquid seems to fill the space above the confines of the cup or jar. There is sort of a surface tension that holds it in the glass. It is so full it can’t be contained but it doesn’t spill over! That is how I imagine Gods love for me and how I have to try, time after time, to remember to love others and myself.
There is another point to the story that also caught me this time around. The Father doesn’t hesitate to point out the bad behavior of his elder son. He does so with so much love and an invitation to join the party. This gives me cause to reflect on how we might rightly handle the injustices we face. By seeing it from the father’s eyes we can see clearly that a behavior or situation may be wrong or need correcting, but if we can approach it with lavish love it goes a long way.
I am, once again, resolving to be the prodigal Mother, wife, employee and friend and spend lavishly when I feel like pouting. I invite you, even in this season of Lent and self-denial – Spend Lavishly!