Showing posts with label The Lost Coin. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 4, 2019

2nd August Trinity 2019, Joyous Feast


3rd August Trinity
Luke 15:1-32

Now many customs officials, despised by the people, who called them sinners and expelled them from their community, sought to be close to Jesus. They wanted to listen to him. The Pharisees and teachers of the law, however, were upset by this and said, “This man accepts sinners and eats with them!”

So he told them this parable:

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What man among you, who has a hundred sheep and loses one of them, would not leave the ninety-nine in the open and go looking for the lost one until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost!’

I tell you, there will be more joy in the heavens over one human being, living in denial of the spirit, who changes his mind, than over the ninety-nine righteous who think they have no need of repentance.

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Or which woman, if she has ten silver coins and loses one, does not light a lamp, sweep the whole house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she has found it she calls together her friends and neighbors and says, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost!’

In the same way, I tell you, there will be joy among the angels in the world of spirit over one human being living in denial of the spirit who manages to change his heart and mind. “

And he said further: “A certain man had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, ‘Give me the share of the estate which falls to me.’  And he divided his wealth between them. And not many days later the younger son gathered ever
Fritz Eichenberg, The Prodigal Son, wood engraving
ything together and went on a journey to a far country and squandered his estate in the enjoyment of loose living. When he had spent everything, a severe famine came over the land, and he began to be in need. So he went and attached himself to a citizen of the country who sent him out into his fields and let him herd swine. And he longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the swine were eating, but no one gave him anything.

Then he came to himself, and said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have more than enough bread, but I am dying here of hunger. I will rise up and go to my father and say to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against the higher world and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me one of your hired men [workers].’

So he rose up and traveled along the road to his father. When he was still a long
Rembrandt
way off, his father saw him, felt his misery, ran toward him, embraced him and kissed him. And yet the son said, ‘Father, I have sinned against the higher world and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me one of your hired men [workers].’

But the father called his servant to him. ‘Quickly! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet and slaughter the fattened calf. Then we shall eat and be merry. For this, my son was dead and is risen to life. He was lost and is found again.’ And they began to celebrate.

Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he returned home and came near the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He called one of the servants to him and asked him what it meant. He gave him the news: ‘Your brother has come home again. So in joy, your father has slaughtered the fattened calf because he has him back again safe and sound.’

The son grew dark with anger and didn’t want to go in. But his father came out and pleaded with him. He, however, reproached his father saying, ‘Look! For so many years I have been with you and have never neglected one of your commands. But you never gave me so much as a goat that I might be merry with my friends. And now comes this son of yours who has eaten up your wealth in scandal, and you offer him the fattened calf.’

The father, however, said to him ‘Child, you are always with me and all that I have belongs to you too. But now we should be glad and rejoice, for this your brother was dead and lives; he was lost and has been found again.’

2nd August Trinity
August 4, 2019
Luke 15: 1-32

When seeds are ripe, they fall to the ground and disappear. If the mother plant were sentient, she could feel this moment as a loss. The potential for new life has disappeared from her; but only apparently. For at the right season, those seeds will indeed sprout and grow and blossom.

Today’s gospel reading tells the story of humankind as a whole. At
John Macallan Swan - The Prodigal Son 1888
first, we were at home, close to God, our Father. But at a certain point, we broke away, took our gifts, and went out to explore and enjoy the world. And at first, came the joy and excitement. But eventually, we found ourselves, like the seeds buried in the ground, feeling nigh unto death. But whereas seeds are programmed to grow and rise, human beings need to make a choice. The lost son notices his own condition. As it says, “he came to himself.” And now he has the choice: he can continue crawling toward death, or he can overcome his pride, and his humiliation, seek out his Father, apologize for the waste and start over at a lower level.

Kathryn Doneghan
What Christ wants to tell us with this story is the amazing fact that the Father does not judge. The older brother tries to, but the Father receives His lost son with nothing but joy and forgiveness. The younger son has judged himself. He has discerned and taken responsibility for his own misdeeds. Under those circumstances, the Father does not need to judge or punish. He is a being of Love, whose greatest joy is to see us face to face. He has let us go from Him in the hope that we will one day find our way back to Him, stronger for our experiences. He rejoices in our coming back to Him because we choose to, since He is anyway aware of all our straying from Him, all our pretending that He doesn’t exist, all of our weaknesses.

Therefore here in this Act of Consecration, we are bringing You, O Father, the best we have to offer – ourselves. May You and Your angels rejoice at this celebratory feast. May we grow and blossom with new life.