It’s usually said that we can all identify with one of the two sons in the parable of the Prodigal Son. We are either bent toward reckless, immature living like the younger son or self-righteous rule-keeping like the older son. I typically see more of myself in the older son. I’m prone to think that my obedience somehow makes me more loved and accepted by God. I tend to be judgmental of those who aren’t as “good” at following the rules. The fact is I’m just as much like the younger son as the older son.
Asking for an early inheritance was akin to saying, “I no longer care if you’re alive. Just give me my due now.” The younger son was more interested in having his father’s stuff than he was in having the father. And this is where I see myself. It’s all those times when I choose and desire the things of this world more than the Father. Paul says in Romans 1 that the essence of sin is preferring the creation to the creator. I’m guilty of doing that. We all are because we’re all prodigals. Thankfully, we have a Father who loves prodigals.