
Luke 15:17ff “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.’ So he got up and went to his father.”
This wayward son gives us a beautiful picture of repentance. He is no longer the arrogant, demanding, rebellious son who left home. He starts by confessing that his sin is first an offense to God. He comes knowing that he is not worthy of anything for which he asks, that he has nothing to offer his father, but that he is entirely at his father’s mercy. “I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” He comes turning away from his past life, the wicked freedom to sin that he wanted, and willing to serve his father. “Make me like one of your hired men.” In all of this, he comes in trust, in faith, knowing and believing his father can save him. “So he got up and went to his father.”
And how did his father react? We find that all the time his son had been living in this self-indulgence, he still loved him. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.”
Do you get the picture here of a father who so loves his son that he never stopped hoping for his return, never stopped watching the road to see if maybe today his son would be back again? This is the image our God wants us to keep in mind when he calls himself our Father. This is the kind of Father that he is to us all. Everything about the father’s actions tell us how eagerly, how freely he forgives you and me. He was filled with compassion. That is the deep caring for someone that is so emotional, so moving, that one can physically feel it. It so fills the father that he can’t hold himself back. Before the son gets all the way home, the father has run to him, and thrown himself upon him with a big bear hug and kissed him. No sin stands between father and son any more. He doesn’t make his son prove himself. It’s as if none of the sinful past had ever happened.
The father doesn’t even let his son completely finish his confession of sin. He immediately starts making sure that there is no doubt of his grace. So he removes the rags and dresses his son in the finest robe. Our own heavenly Father removes the rags of our sin, and he dresses us in the purity of Jesus’ own life. This is not the cold, heartless purity of something like pure gold or pure silver. This is the warm, living, loving, compassionate, giving purity of Jesus’ own perfect life.
Then a ring is placed on the son’s finger, the kind of official ring used for a seal or signature. It is a sign that his son has all the rights and privileges that come with being a member of the family. Even though he has misused and squandered his father’s wealth, he is an heir again. And we are God’s own sons, full-fledged members of his family. All his promises for life belong to us right now. All his promises for heaven belong to us right now, too.
Finally, slaves go barefoot, but a son wears shoes. No detail of his return to sonship is forgotten. He must be sure. And we must be sure as well. Each week, in the celebration of our Father’s presence and feast of his blessings we call worship, we find assurance again and again that he loves us as his own children. The hymns, the absolution, the preaching, the Lord’s supper all say the same thing: Our father welcomes us home, embraces us for himself, and claims us as his own.
Never be afraid to come home. Only love is waiting.







