And
when he came to himself, he said,
How
many hired servants of my father’s have bread
enough
and to spare, and I perish with hunger!
I will arise and go to my father, and will say
unto him,
Father,
I have sinned against heaven, and before thee,
And
am no more worthy to be called thy son:
Make
me as one of thy hired servants.
And
he arose, and came to his father.
But
when he was yet a great way off,
His
father saw him, and had compassion, and ran,
and
fell on his neck, and kissed him.
And
the son said unto him,
Father,
I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight,
And
am no more worthy to be called thy son.
But
the father said to his servants,
Bring
forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand,
and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the
fatted calf, and kill it;
and
let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead,
and
is alive again; he was lost, and is found.
Throughout
the many twists and turns of a person’s life, it is not uncommon that people do
things which make it hard for them to go back the way they came. Whether it’s in childhood, or adolescence,
younger or older adult years, people have a tendency of hurting each other in
ways that make reunion very difficult.
That girlfriend you treated poorly in middle school, or that boyfriend
you abused in high school, or that roommate you took advantage of in college,
all can make the idea of heading back for school reunions ponderous. Perhaps you were the kid who did the abusing,
or the one who was abused; perhaps you were the one who vandalized property, or
had your things vandalized; perhaps you did things you’re not proud of, and you
have no interest in reliving those indiscretions with your contemporaneous
witnesses.
For
all the things that people do which make going back difficult, there may be
nothing more painful than events which tear the fabric of families. Those closest of relationships between
husband and wife, parents and children and siblings, were never intended to be
trampled upon and abused the way many of us have done. Husbands and wives were created to treat each
other with love reflected from God, and raise their children awash in the same;
children were brought forth to return that reflected divine love back to each
other and to their parents, growing in wisdom and virtue. Families were created from the beginning to
be unbreakable units of community, with bonds of love and affection that would
transcend generations. So it is that
when this most intimate and fundamental community is broken—the community
through which we were all brought into the world, and the community that will likely
one day lay us in the ground—the pain, shame, and remorse of those rifts often
make people feel that it is impossible or unbearable to come home.
But
for all the shortcomings, failures, and abuse we so often inflict upon each
other, especially within the boundaries of our own families, and the just perceptions
of guilt, humiliation, vengeance, or injustice we may feel toward each other,
Christ has something to teach us about the way He sees His family. From His perspective, every single person in
every far flung corner of the globe, across all time and distance, is a beloved
creation. Every single one of us,
created by Him to be in eternal, unbreakable, and intimate familial communion
with Him, has done much to tear that fabric of fellowship. By our own wicked impulses we have committed
every sin imaginable against Him, eventually slamming the door behind us as we
ran away from Him. And at some point in
our lives, sooner or later, we will all be sitting in the filth and destitution
of our own evil, with the realization that we have fouled everything up. There in the darkness, hungry and abandoned,
throbbing in pain and sobbing in despair, we will come to know that it isn’t
God who abandoned us or broke our fellowship, but we who have despised and
abandoned Him. Coming to our senses upon
the great precipice of eternal oblivion we have rightly earned, our eyes cast
backward toward the distant light of our divine home and wonder if we can ever come
home again.
Christ’s
answer to you is now, and has always been a resounding, “YES!” He who brought you into existence to share the
wonders of His fellowship, has also descended into your darkness to pull you
from that hellish oblivion which yawns before you. Taking your offenses and your shame and your
guilt to the lonely hill of Calvary, He has nailed your condemnation to His
Cross, and forever freed you from its stain.
It is He who has washed your scarlet sins as white as new fallen snow,
and He who has pursued you with His all consuming love. His Word has pierced your malaise, slowed
your wonton pace into perdition, and called you back home to Him.
What
shall you find upon your return? Perhaps
you fear that your sins and shame shall be hung before you, and that you shall
stand before the saints and angels to be ridiculed and scorned. No, dear Christian—for Christ has already
been hung upon the tree, bearing all the sins and shame and ridicule and scorn
of all the world... including every other sinner-saint who has been called home
and saved alone by His grace. Your
Savior has already done all to redeem you, and paid your price in full. For you, as for every other child of God who
once was lost but now is found, was dead and yet now lives, there is nothing
but rejoicing, merriment, and tears of great joy upon your return, for this is the
very reason He came to rescue you. Far
from condemnation, He races out to meet you, to embrace you, to put His own
robe and ring upon you, and usher you once again into His feast which never
ends.
Hear
Him as He calls to you. Turn from the
dark and lonely paths of death. Trust His
blessed and eternal Gospel of salvation, which lights your path back to His loving
embrace. Come home, dear child—come home.
Amen.