The Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling...so Jesus told them this parable: ‘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 travelled 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.
Most of us have had a loving cuddle from a parent or guardian as a child and in the UK we remember our mother this day on Mothering Sunday. We remember that sense of total security, and the knowledge that they can make all things well again is a precious memory. The parable of the Prodigal Son (or Lost Son) is one of the world's best known stories, and ends with the father gathering the son to himself in forgiveness.
The son has demanded his share of his father's property, normally only given on his father's death, and then thrown it all away. Worse still he goes to work among pigs. Most Hebrews would have abhored such work, for God had forbidden them to eat pork - it was totally taboo! Yet despite this when the son comes to his senses, his father welcomes him, and celebrates his return.
In the parable the son is you and I, we have deliberately gone our own way and made a mess of things, but when we turn to God and ask forgiveness He welcomes us back. Just as our mother or father enfolded us in love when we sought them, so God our Heavenly parent does the same and gathers us to him as precious children.
Heavenly Father,
like wilfull children,
we have gone our own way.
Today we think of our mothers,
but let us also remember
that You care for us
as a mother cares for her children,
and turn to You.
Amen.
You might like to look up this history of Mothering Sunday, in a rather old article by the BBC: