Great stuff from The Bright Sadness today in the journey of Lent.
The Prodigal Son came home.
But the story only holds the weight it does because first he left. We should resist skipping to the reunion and homecoming. First we should understand his leaving, and perhaps ourselves a bit better along the way.
Right after telling Kingdom allegories about rogue sheep and missing coins, Jesus tells this, the story of a man who had two sons. The youngest son convinced himself he was unhappy and did what those convinced of this often do: he began changing his circumstances. And so this son asked his father for his share of the inheritance. He was cashing in his chips and leaving. Inheritances being what they are, the son had essentially looked his father in the eye and told him to drop dead.
“I hate my life. I want to cut ties and start over somewhere else, as someone else.”
The father obliged. Days later, his boy and his belongings were gone. (Luke 15:11-13)