4 Sunday of Lent | Luke 15
God isn’t a distant judge keeping score—He’s a Father who runs to meet us, arms wide open.
Whether we’re the runaway son or the resentful sibling, His love is bigger than our mess.
This Lent, come home to mercy—you’ll find it’s already been waiting for you.
Listen to homily here:
Homily:
There was once a catechism teacher teaching a group of younger students about the story of the Prodigal Son. He really wanted to highlight the resentment of the older brother and how that resentment wasn't a good thing. So he emphasized that part of the parable, focusing on the elder son’s reaction.
Toward the end of the class, just to check that his students had understood, the catechist asked, “Now, when the younger son came back—the one who had sinned and been away—who do you think was the most upset or disappointed to see him return?”
There was silence for a moment. Then finally, one of the students raised a hand and said, “The fatted calf.”
Not wrong.
The story of the Prodigal Son is perhaps one of the most beautiful, well-known, and powerful parables Jesus ever told—and that’s saying something! It tells the story of a son who went astray, who believed he had burned every bridge with his father, who assumed he could only return as a slave. But hope against hope, he came back. And his father didn’t just welcome him—he ran to him, embraced him, and celebrated his return with a feast. The son came back expecting servitude. Instead, he was restored to sonship.
This parable resonates deeply with us because each of us, in our own way and at different times, longs for that kind of reconciliation. We yearn for a homecoming, for forgiveness, for the healing of broken relationships—especially our relationship with God.
One of my favorite stories, and forgive me if you’ve heard it before, beautifully illustrates this longing. It comes from a short story by Ernest Hemingway called The Capital of the World.
In it, Hemingway tells of a father and his teenage son, Paco. They lived in a city—Madrid, I think—and Paco, a common nickname for Francisco, got into trouble: violence, addiction, bad decisions. Eventually, he ended up living on the streets. The father searched everywhere for him, but he couldn’t find him.
So the father took a bold step. He paid a large sum to place a full-page ad in the city’s main newspaper. The ad read:
“Paco, meet me on Tuesday at Hotel Montana. All is forgiven. Love, your father.”
He waited anxiously on Tuesday, unsure if his son would come. But when he arrived at the hotel, he found something astonishing: a long line of young men—hundreds of them—all named Paco, all hoping that the ad was meant for them.
That’s the depth of our human desire for reconciliation—for someone to tell us we are forgiven, welcomed, loved.
We often call this parable the “Parable of the Prodigal Son,” but many have rightly called it “The Parable of the Prodigal Father.” Because it’s ultimately about the extravagant love and mercy of the father—a representation of God himself.
And what we believe about who God is matters deeply. Some of us imagine God as a strict judge, or a distant authority, or someone we constantly disappoint. But Jesus paints a radically different picture. He shows us a Father who watches the road, who waits with aching hope, who runs—runs!—to embrace us. A Father who doesn’t let us finish our well-rehearsed apology speech because his love has already restored us.
That is who God is.
And this story isn’t just about one son. As the joke at the beginning reminded us, there are two sons: the younger, who returns in repentance, and the older, who resents the mercy shown. But many spiritual writers point out there is also a third son in this story—the one telling it.
Jesus himself.
Jesus, the Son sent by the Father into the world to seek us out. He is the Son who leaves the Father’s side not to rebel, but to redeem. We can imagine him entering the pigsty of our lives to bring us home. Jesus gives his life to reconcile us to the loving Father. That is what we reflect on during Lent—not to feel morbid or guilt-ridden, but to understand just how deeply we are loved.
This season of Lent gives us many opportunities to experience that reconciliation. One powerful way is through the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Yes, it can be awkward. Yes, it can feel hard to go. But Pope Francis, from the start of his papacy, has reminded us:
“God never tires of forgiving us; it is we who tire of asking for forgiveness.”
In confession, not only are our sins forgiven—we are healed. We are welcomed. We are restored.
So as we sit with this incredible parable today, let us remember who God truly is: the Father who runs to us, who never stops watching the road, who always welcomes us home. There is nothing you can do to make God stop loving you. There is no distance too far. There is no sin too great. The Father’s arms are always open.
During this Lenten season, may we find the courage to return, to be embraced, to be restored.