Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.” So he told them this parable:
Then Jesus said, “There was a man who had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.’ So he divided his property between them. A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and traveled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living.
When he had spent everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything.
But when he came to himself he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired hands.”’
So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. Then the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly, bring out a robe—the best one—and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!’ And they began to celebrate.“
Now his elder son was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. He called one of the slaves and asked what was going on. He replied, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has got him back safe and sound.’
Then he became angry and refused to go in. His father came out and began to plead with him. But he answered 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 might celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!’
Then the father said to him, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.’”
New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989, by the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. USCCB approved (http://www.usccb.org/bible/approved-translations)
Rejoice in the Lord, always! I say it again, Rejoice! What great God is there like ours, abounding in mercy, rich in kindness? He welcomes the sinner home without condition. He doesn’t say, “Yes, you have sinned against me, and you no longer deserve to be called my son. Go work as my slave in the fields.” Instead, he throws a feast.
The prodigal son, that scoundrel, deserves a lot of credit! He figured it out. He turns from his sin and returns home, where he finds his salvation in the loving embrace of his father. Whether we think of ourselves as scoundrels or not, can we let go of our sin? Can we acknowledge that we cannot save ourselves by our pride, our work, our drive, our success? Let’s go home. A feast awaits.
—Ted Munz, S.J., Chicago-Detroit Province Jesuits
Lord, our salvation rests in you. We cannot save ourselves through our pride, accomplishments or success. When we sin, help us to remember that sincerity and an apology lead to a deepening of our relationship with you. Lord, we thank you for the story of the Prodigal Son. Should we find ourselves distant to you, we will not close the door but wait for your name to be whispered.
—The Jesuit Prayer Team