Personally, I have always struggled with the story of the Prodigal Son*…why? ‘Cos I always identified myself NOT as the Prodigal Son who wished his Father dead, took his share of his Father’s possession and left home, wasted away everything he had, realised his err and returned to the Father…but as the Older Son, who always did as he was told, obedient to his Father, hardworking, good…who upon the return of his younger brother was filled with anger that his Father joyfully welcomed his brother home, and not only that, threw a HUGE party for him! While as for himself, the Father never did such for him…

IF I WAS THAT OLDER SON, I would have felt betrayed that my Father appeared to care more for my “wild” brother than me, the obedient one…unloved by my Father, who never threw any party for me unlike what the Father did when my younger brother returned…jealousy…anger…hurt… dissapointment…if being good doesn’t get me my Father’s love, maybe I should stop being good…

Maybe I should become like my brother…maybe I should sin more…in order that I can experience my Father’s love…Afterall, as is said, “…there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent…”(Luke 15:7) that when a sinner repents, God will forgive him…therefore, in order to experience God’s forgiveness, I should sin…

And that always bothered me…because I know I don’t want to sin…and yet I feel “underchanged” cos if being a sinner who repents and being good both find favor with God (perhaps even more so with the repentant sinner) might as well I do sin…

But then a friend shared during our Faith Formation last night that Mother Mary, sinless as she is, called God her SAVIOUR**.

Now if Mary, the Mother of God, unblemished, without sin acknowledges that she needed saving…who are WE to think otherwise?

The truth is, the Older Son has always been with the Father, and all that belonged to the Father belonged to him…unlike his younger brother who fell from that union with the Father, needed to be saved…the Older Son was already saved from the very beginning…saved from actually falling into sin in the first place!

Now that really gave me a whole new way to look at my life…true, while I don’t claim to be sinless, I sin less than some people…it is not about me! Instead, it is about God who saved me from falling into sin in the first place – keeping me away or making me strong enough to say NO in the face of temptations…in fact, I only very recently found out how the family found Christ when I was just a young girl (and that I wasn’t BORN into a Catholic family as I had always thought…)…I was PRE-saved from the very beginning…and after 27 years of my life, I only now realised it…WOW!

*Luke 15: 11-32

**Luke 1:47


Rembrandt’s “The Return Of The Prodigal Son”

Any Christian, and maybe non-Christians too (?), is sure to have come across Luke 15: 11-32, “The Parable of the Prodigal Son”


And he said, “There was a man who had two sons;

and the younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of property that falls to me.’ And he divided his living between them.

Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took his journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in loose living.

And when he had spent everything, a great famine arose in that country, and he began to be in want.

So he went and joined himself to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed swine.

And he would gladly have fed on the pods that the swine ate; and no one gave him anything.

But when he came to himself he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have bread enough and to spare, but I perish here with hunger!

I will arise 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 as one of your hired servants.”‘

And he arose and came to his father. But while he was yet at a distance, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.

And 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 servants, ‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet;

and bring the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and make merry;

for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to make merry.

“Now his elder son was in the field; and as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing.

And he called one of the servants and asked what this meant.

And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has received him safe and sound.’

But he was angry and refused to go in. His father came out and entreated him,

but he answered his father, ‘Lo, these many years I have served you, and I never disobeyed your command; yet you never gave me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends.

But when this son of yours came, who has devoured your living with harlots, you killed for him the fatted calf!’

And he said to him, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours.

It was fitting to make merry and be glad, for this your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found.'”

I recently realised that this parable has a personal meaning to me and thus, after much contemplation on my part, I have decided to begin this blog…

…to document the spiritual journey back to my Father’s house

…although I never “physically” left…

(but that’s a story for another time) 😉

God Bless.

– The Prodigal Daughter