Tag Archives: Luke 15:11-32

  1. A place at the table (Luke 15) [sermon 03-19-2017]

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    March 17, 2017 by jmar198013

    The story ends with the father saying: “But we had to celebrate and be glad because this brother of yours was dead and is alive. He was lost and is found.” The father insists to the older son that not only is his place in the family secure; he is his brother’s brother, whether he wants to be or not! That’s where Jesus leaves the story—with the father’s invitation to come join the feast. And that’s where the story is left with us now, too. There’s room at God’s table for us all. Those who stayed and served. And those who were lost, but now are found.

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  2. Once upon a dinner table (Luke 15.1-3, 11b-32; 2 Cor. 5.16-21) [Sermon 03/06/2016, Lent 4c]

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    March 1, 2016 by jmar198013

    When the Pharisees unloaded on Jesus for eating with sinners, Jesus told them a story about a father with two sons who needed to be reconciled. The story was set around a dinner table, where a feast was in full swing.

    Hidden in the story Jesus told was an invitation to the Pharisees: “Come join us for this meal. There’s room for you at the table, too.”

    And there’s still room at the table. For prodigal children and judgy older siblings. For Pharisees and sinners. Even for you and me and the people we’d rather write off.

  3. The Prodigal Father (Luke 15.11-32)

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    May 10, 2015 by jmar198013

    The truth of the parable of Luke 15 (which is more about a father’s reckless love than it is about a son’s rebellious wandering) is embodied whenever we gather for the Lord’s Supper: at the table where we all—Prodigal Sons and elder brothers alike—find ourselves welcomed and accepted.

  4. A Table for Prodigals: A Lord’s Supper Homily, 10.7.12

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    October 7, 2012 by jmar198013

    Those of us gathered at Jesus’ table this morning, like the Prodigal, share in the experience of being lost and found. We have been off to some far countries, found ourselves starving, and come home. This table reminds us that we can always come home.

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