As the prodigal son teaches us: It’s not too late to turn back
Moving from death to life…
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
On April 25, 2009, I spoke alongside Derrick Jensen at the Arlington (Virginia) Temple United Methodist Church (photo above). Ostensibly an “Earth Day” event, it was officially called “Earth 911: A Wake-Up Call for Obama Nation.”
Having spent 12 years in Catholic school, I was feeling “rebellious” when it was my turn to address the crowd from the altar. I told them how strict the nuns were with us in church and urged them to question authority by joining me in daring to say a curse word inside a church.
Most of the crowd was hysterically laughing as I counted down 3-2-1 and virtually everyone yelled “fuck!” The only person I could see for sure who refused was my devout Uncle Butch.
Right on cue, we heard a loud crack of thunder outside. Derrick gave me a “naughty, naughty” finger wag and I was quite proud of myself.
Part of everyone’s life involves looking back and cringing. I am doing so publicly now.
I’m also feeling grateful for evolution, forgiveness — and parables.
My favorite of Jesus’s parables is the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-32). Even though I spent all that time in Catholic school, it was actually a Rolling Stones cover song that really brought this story home:
(I was once a huge Stones fan.)
Today, however, I’ve come to identify with the prodigal son quite intensely. Especially this section:
20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him, and kissed him.
21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
It’s a source of profound comfort to know that it’s never too late to turn back because I have not out-sinned God’s forgiveness.
I really appreciate your spirit of humility. I have too many cringe worthy moments to reflect upon. Sometimes one jumps to mind and prompts me to gasp from dread. Forgiveness (including--maybe especially--forgiving oneself) is difficult but one of the most rewarding and joyous things to experience. Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful! "Maybe redemption has stories to tell / maybe forgiveness is right where you fell..." Switchfoot - Dare You to Move.