The Selfishness of the Prodigal Son

I'm listening to Keith Green's Prodigal Son Suite (which is beautiful, if you've never listened to it, and you should open it in a second tab while reading), and was reminded of something that I've wondered for a while, something that I've never heard anyone mention. When the son gets done enjoying all the things he wasn't allowed to do while growing up, all of a sudden finds that he has neither money nor friends remaining, he also finally takes a good look at his surroundings. All of a sudden, he realizes that everybody else is suffering under the effects of a severe famine. Like, hello dude, were you that ignorant to what was going around? Surely you must have noticed the hike in food prices, or the decrease in wine quality of late. Or the increase in beggars? But of course, you were too busy partying and enjoying yourself to give money away.

I sort of wonder if it might not be the hidden message in the story. There are plenty of sermons on the love of the Father for us, or what the Older vs. Younger brother thing at the end means, but never a thought to the rest of the parabolic land still suffering. Certainly Jesus wants us to know that the Father is abounding in mercy and forgiveness, and we can go as crazy-rebellious as can be imagined, but repentance will still get us a place in the house, and a celebratory feast. But he also subtly reminds us to look around, and realize that we might be only a step away from having to sell our labor for a share in the pigs' meal.

If I am correct in saying that America (and much of the First World, as well as the wealthy everywhere) sins collectively through flagrant materialism--and the churches are sometimes the most conspicuous in this--then perhaps the hidden message from the Prodigal Son is this: a reminder that a desire to give our hearts away to God is not enough. He desires that we be perfect, and sell our possessions, give to the poor, make our treasure entirely in heaven, and then come follow Him. The wedding feast is open to us when we have nothing.

I'm not always quite sure how to put the desire to follow into tangible action, so if you have any ideas, let's work them out together!

To finish, as a quick reminder to turn your head and take a look at the world, here's a good BBC article about the current famine situation in Africa. It may be across an ocean, but if you're a Christian, then you're called to care, because these people are Jesus. If you ignore the least of these, guess who you're ignoring? Just sayin'....


(Picture grabbed from here: http://www.scienceclarified.com/scitech/Genetics/The-Age-of-Genetics.html)
Verses: Mt 19:16-30, Lk 14:7-24, 15:11-32.

Day at the beach.

The sun, blinding,
gone.
The grey rumblings, threat of summer downpour, are mostly behind, stayed by oceanic breezes. The threat is reiterated; Zeus and Thor matching their skills, shrouded in puffs and billows. The pitter-patter begins, birds croaking to one another, the wet smell permeating the air (watery firmament). Small, pattering fairy stomps on the blanket around me, the back of my ear, my sheet of paper. A flash to the right, distant lightning keeping its place on the other side of the Waterway.
My words are wet, my back is wet--time to cover up the notebook.

To the beach.

I laughed like a fool when I saw Mr. Bean's Holiday. My friend Valerie would agree. She didn't appreciate my laughing.

Anytime I think about going "to the beach", I think about the movie. Bean. Sabine. Bean. Sabine. BeanSabine. BeanSabineBeanSabineBeanSabinebeansabinebeansabinebeansabinebeansabinebeansabine...

So hilarious. One of my favourite Bean moments is getting his passport checked, and he has to make this awful face in order to match the picture so the customs person knows it's him. Brilliant.

Anyways, I'm going to the beach. First to a birthday party for my friend Chris, and then to the beach with a few friends. I'm super excited, because I finally found my camera charger and can therefore take pictures, which is pretty crucial. I need to pack things at some point, and write down directions so I can zip off. To the beach.

This is my beach song. Yo soy playerooooo, pero no hay playa (meaning "I'm a beachgoer, but there's no beach"). Just fun.

So go watch all those links. Now.

On Canker Sores

Owwww.