Sermon Tone Analysis

22 “But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; 23 and bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; 24 for this son of mine was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.’

And they began to celebrate.

25 “Now his older son was in the field, and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing.

26 “And he summoned one of the servants and began inquiring what these things could be.

27 “And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has received him back safe and sound.’

28 “But he became angry and was not willing to go in; and his father came out and began pleading with him.

29 “But he answered and said to his father, ‘Look!

For so many years I have been serving you and I have never neglected a command of yours; and yet you have never given me a young goat, so that I might celebrate with my friends; 30 but when this son of yours came, who has devoured your wealth with prostitutes, you killed the fattened calf for him.’

31 “And he said to him, ‘Son, you have always been with me, and all that is mine is yours.

32 ‘But we had to celebrate and rejoice, for this brother of yours was dead and has begun to live, and was lost and has been found.’

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Commentator Norval Geldenhuys declares the parable of the Prodigal Son to be the “Gospel within the Gospel”, saying, ‘…in it so many Gospel truths are proclaimed in such a beautiful and graphic manner”.

Commentary on the Gospel of Luke, - Geldenhuys, Eerdmans, 1977

It would go without saying, although I now say it, that this observation of Geldenhuys provides the very reason that the story of the Prodigal has been told so often and by so many.

Jesus, during His earthly ministry, was the quintessential storyteller and the most profound of public speakers.

Any doubt that this statement is true must be washed away completely in just the astonished declaration of the temple guard who, when sent to arrest Him came back empty-handed and citing as their defense for their neglect of duty a conviction that “Never has a man spoken the way this man speaks”.

(Luke 7:46)

Statements like that and the observance of Matthew that the multitudes were astounded at the authoritative teaching of Jesus cause me to wonder how much clarity and emphasis is lost in the translation to modern day language.

Can you imagine?

The Lord of the universe, sitting down and opening His mouth to teach!

And here we find ourselves today, back at this much-used story, preparing to plunge its depths once more to see what nuggets we can glean.

I want to come at it just a little differently today however, because I feel like there is someone in the story who doesn’t usually get his equal share of the attention; indeed, not nearly the attention he deserves.

Because, as I hope you will see as we go, where the prodigal suggests the backslidden saint repenting and returning to the fold, and I know that this is commonly taught as a reference to the unregenerate sinner coming to God for the first time but I do not see that as the primary message being taught (see the wording of verse 21), although it is a valid application, and where the father is of course representative of our Father in Heaven, ever anxious to receive the repentant back with gladness and rejoicing, the older son, so grievously neglected, is more like the rest of us.

So you see, it really behooves us to take a backward glance at this story, as the Father walks off with the newly returned son who is wearing the ring and the robe and the new sandals, stomach growling for some of that calf he smells cooking in the back yard, and take a longer look at this angry, insulted man, fists clenched tightly at his sides, face red, neck purple, muttering under his breath, stomach churning, not with hunger but with rage, and see what he has to teach us in the 21st century.

THE STORY THUS FAR

Now I don’t want to be guilty of assuming that everyone hearing or reading this is familiar with this parable that Jesus is telling.

He is telling it in response to the Pharisees and Scribes who are standing about, grumbling because Jesus is eating with sinners.

By ‘sinners’ they meant, as we can see in verse one of the chapter, tax collectors and irreligious Jews.

Keep this in mind as we will be referring to it later.

Jesus tells the story of a young man who decided he didn’t want to wait for his father to die in order to receive his inheritance, so he went to his father and asked for it.

This was a slap in the face to his father.

I don’t know what could have been more insulting and unloving than this, for in short the boy was basically telling his father, ‘you’re taking too long to die and I have a life of my own to live so give me my portion now’.

The father graciously divides his wealth with the little ingrate, and a few days later the boy packs his poke and heads off down the road.

He goes, we’re told, to a far country.

A distant country, where he quickly squanders all the money on loose living and ends up feeding pigs; something that any good Jew would have been loathe to do.

In fact a really good Jew would rather starve than earn his living that way.

I can imagine a collective gasp coming from the crowd at this point in the story.

The Pharisees and Scribes must have been hoping that the story would end with the wayward son being trampled and torn apart by the swine.

That would have been a fitting end for such a lowlife sinner as he.

There is a great deal that could be said about each point of this story and as I said, most of us if not all of us have heard them.

But I’m here to defend the older brother today so we have to move on.

Sometime when you sit down to read your Bible just open to Luke 15 and read this story carefully and think about what it might have to say concerning your own relationship with a gracious, loving heavenly Father and how long He might have waited, watching down the road for your familiar form to come trudging back to Him.

Anyway, in time the kid does come to his senses, and that’s just the way Jesus put it; ‘he came to his senses’.

He realizes what a ridiculous mess he’s made of things that he has gone from the pampered son of a wealthy man to a disgraced backslider, feeding husks to a herd of pigs and himself starving because no one in his present circumstances cares if he lives or dies.

He determines that he is going to get up, take that first step toward home, and to his credit as he does he acknowledges that he has sinned first and foremost against God and also his father, and he is going to go home and make that confession and ask only for a servant’s place and be happy to have it.

So the next visual Jesus gives us is that of an eager father, looking up from his work as he most assuredly has done frequently throughout each day the son has been gone, gazing down the road and each day, each time, being disappointed, but not today.

There in the distance, almost too far to focus, comes the familiar form of his beloved boy.

Thinner, unkempt, ragged, barefooted, shoulders slumped and no longer holding the arrogant swagger they had the day he left.

A spontaneous shout of joy escapes his father’s lips.

Not a name, not a word, just a sound; something between or perhaps a mixture of ‘oh!’ and ‘ah!’

He runs down the road to meet his son, throws his arms around his dirty neck where he plants kisses and tears and rejoices that his boy who was dead to him, lives again.

THE UNINVITED

Ok, that’s the story, and as I said, very much could and has been said.

It’s one of the greatest stories ever told and one that we never get tired of hearing.

But we’re here today to talk about the older brother, aren’t we?

And this is where he comes in to it.

Well, actually, not quite.

And this, I think, if he had any source to file a grievance with, would be his first grievance.

Do you see verses 23-24?

“But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; 23 and bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; 24 for this son of mine was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.’

And they began to celebrate.”

Now look at verse 25 & 26.

“Now his older son was in the field, and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing.

26 “And he summoned one of the servants and began inquiring what these things could be.”

HE WASN’T EVEN INVITED!

The father is having one of the best days of his life.

The younger son is certainly having the best day of his life so far.

The servants are probably even having a good time.

“Oh, yay.

We get a break from our typical daily duties and we get to kill a calf and have a pot luck.

So glad Jr. came back…”

Does anyone remember to go tell big brother to come in from the field and wash his hands?

No.

He came in from the field where he had apparently been sweating and working as the dutiful and faithful son that he was, and we don’t know why he came in, Jesus just said he came from the field, and as he approached the house, what did he hear?

Music and dancing!

Hey.

What’s this?

It’s the middle of the work day, the middle of the week, and I hear music and dancing; as though there is some kind of celebration going on.

People, we aren’t supposed to celebrate in the church!

We’re supposed to be working, and you’re supposed to be noticing how hard I work and how valuable my contribution is!

Because I’m the steadfast one who serves on all the committees and those poor buggers who get all drawn away by their lusts and conceive and give birth to sin need to be put in their place and kept there; not partied with!

But if you do celebrate, if you do have music and dancing, whether I’ll frown on it and point my finger and say ‘tsk, tsk’ or not, you darn well better invite me at least! What’s THAT all about?

At least give me the courtesy of an opportunity to decline.

THE UNREWARDED

Second grievance coming up.

First though I want you to notice that the father, when he heard his older son was sulking outside, came out to him and was ‘pleading with him’, and the words aren’t there but it’s pretty obvious he was pleading with him to join the party.

After all, his brother, who had been dead to them, was alive and safe at home again.

Time for rejoicing.

“But he answered and said to his father, ‘Look!

For so many years I have been serving you and I have never neglected a command of yours; and yet you have never given me a young goat, so that I might celebrate with my friends; 30 but when this son of yours came, who has devoured your wealth with prostitutes, you killed the fattened calf for him.’

Are you beginning to understand why I come to this man’s defense today?

This is just wrong, wrong, wrong!

All of us Pharisees think so.

We became a Christian in ________, you fill in the blank with the date if you remember it.

And we’ve never sinned like this one has sinned or like so many others have sinned.

Our attendance has been virtually uninterrupted with the only exceptions being illness or when on vacation or a missions trip or something.

Our involvement has been commendable, our contribution of both our money and our talents has been such that an article ought to be written about us somewhere; maybe in the Rocky Mountain Baptist or something like that.

Maybe even in Christianity Today or Leadership Magazine.

Yet when we prayed really hard that you’d miraculously send the money for our kids’ college education, nothing.

And when we prayed and even got on the prayer chain that you’d get us that job promotion, nothing.

Still stuck in the same old grind.