Isn’t it wonderful to sing with a choir such a joyful song. We all together with the Tabernacle Choir, my wife and I are always looking forward to that. President Ballard, we love you.
You don’t have 20/20 eye sight anymore, but you have 20/20 spiritual vision. It has been called by some the greatest short story ever told. Translated into thousands of languages across the world, it is quite possible that during the past two millennia the sun has not set without this story being referenced somewhere in the world.
It was told by Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer, who came to earth to save that which was lost. He begins with these simple words: “A certain man had two sons. ” Immediately we learn of a heartbreaking conflict.
One son tells his father he is through with life at home. He wants his freedom. He wants to leave behind the culture and teachings of his parents.
He asks for his share of the inheritance now. Can you imagine what the father felt when he heard this? When he realized that what his son wanted more than anything else was to leave the family and perhaps never return.
The son must have felt a thrill of adventure and excitement. At long last he was on his own, free from the principles and rules of the culture of his youth. He could finally make his own choices without being influenced by his parents.
No more guilt. He could bask in the acceptance of a like-minded community and live life on his own terms. Arriving in a faraway country, he quickly made new friends and began living the life he had always dreamed of.
He must have been a favorite of many, for he spent money freely. His new friends, beneficiaries of his prodigality, did not judge him. They celebrated, applauded, and championed his choices.
Had there been social media at that time, surely he would have filled pages with animated photos of laughing friends, hashtag living my best life, or hashtag never happier, or hashtag should have done this long ago. But the party did not last. It rarely does.
Two things happened. First, he ran out of money. And second, a famine swept through the land.
As the problems worsened, he panicked. The once unstoppable, jubilant high roller now could not afford a single meal, let alone a place to stay. How would he survive?
He had been generous to his friends. Would they help him now? I can see him asking for a little support—just for now—until he got back on his feet.
The scriptures tell us, “No man gave unto him. ” Desperate to remain alive, he found a local farmer who hired him to feed swine. Extremely hungry now, abandoned and alone, the young man must have wondered how things could have gone so terribly, dreadfully wrong.
It wasn't just an empty stomach that troubled him. It was an empty soul. He had been so sure that giving in to his worldly desires would make him happy, that more laws were obstacles to that happiness.
Now he knew better. Oh, and what a price he had to pay for that knowledge. As the physical and spiritual hunger grew, his thoughts returned to his father.
Would he help him after all that had happened? Even the humblest of his father’s servants had food to eat and shelter from the storms. But to return to his father?
Never. Confess to his village that he had squandered his inheritance? Impossible.
Face the neighbors who surely had warned him that he was disgracing his family and breaking his parents’ hearts? Now return to his old friends after boasting of how he was breaking free? Unbearable.
But the hunger, loneliness, and remorse simply wouldn’t go away. Until he came to himself. He knew what he needed to do.
Now let us go back to the father. The broken-hearted master of the house. How many hundreds, perhaps thousands, of hours had he spent worrying about his son?
How many times had he looked down the very road his son had taken and relived the penetrating loss he had felt as his son walked away? How many prayers had he offered of the gospel in the deep night pleading with God that his son would be safe? That he would discover truth?
That he would return? And then one day, the father looked out on the lonely road— the road that leads home—and sees a distant figure walking towards him. Is it possible?
Though the individual is a great way off, the father knows in an instant it is his son. He runs to him, throw his arms around him, and kisses him. “Father,” the son cries out in words he must have rehearsed a thousand times.
“I have sinned against both heaven and you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. All I ask is that you take me in as a hired servant.
” But the father scarcely lets him finish. Tears in his eyes, he commands his servants, “Bring the finest robe in the house and place it on my son’s shoulders, put a ring on his finger, and sandals on his feet. Make a feast to celebrate.
My son has returned! ” In my office hangs a painting of the German artist Richard Burde. Harriet and I love this painting.
It depicts one tender scene from the Savior's parable in a deeper perspective. While everyone is overjoyed at the son’s return, one is not—his older brother. He’s carrying some emotional baggage.
He had been there when his brother demanded his inheritance. He had witnessed firsthand the massive weight of grief on his father ever since his brother had left. He had tried to lift his father’s burden every day.
He had worked to restore his father’s broken heart. And now, the reckless child is back. And people couldn't stop lavishing attention on his rebellious brother.
“All these years,” he tells his father, “never once have I refused to do a single thing you asked. Yet in all the time, you never celebrated me. ” The loving father responds, “My dear son, all that I have is yours.
This is not about comparing rewards or celebrations. This is about healing. This is a moment we have been hoping for all these years.
Your brother was dead and is alive again. He was lost, but now he is found. ” My dear beloved brothers and sisters, my dear friends, like all of the Savior’s parables, this one is not just about people living long ago.
It's about you and me today. Who among us has never departed from the path of holiness, foolishly thinking we could find more happiness going our own self-centered way? Who among us has not felt humbled, broken-hearted, and desperate for forgiveness and mercy?
Perhaps some may even have wondered, “Is it even possible to go back? ” “Will I be labeled forever, rejected, and avoided by my former friends? ” “Is it better to just stay lost?
” “How will God react if I try to return? ” This parable gives us the answer. Our Heavenly Father will run to us, His heart overflowing with love and compassion.
He will embrace us, place a robe around our shoulders, a ring on our fingers, sandals on our feet, and proclaim, “Today we celebrate! For my child, who once was dead, has come back to life! ” Brothers and sisters, heaven will rejoice at our return.
May I take a moment now and speak to you individually? No matter what may have happened in your life, I echo and proclaim the words of my beloved friend and fellow apostle, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, quote, “It is not possible for you to sink lower than the infinite light of Christ’s atoning sacrifice shines.
” Though choices may have taken you far away from the Savior and His Church, the Master Healer stands at the road that leads home welcoming you. And we, as members of the Church of Jesus Christ, seek to follow His example and embrace you as our brothers and sisters, as your friends. We rejoice and celebrate with you.
Your return will not diminish the blessings of others, for the Father’s bounty is infinite, and what is given to one does not in the slightest diminish the birthright of others. I do not pretend that coming back is an easy thing to do. I can testify of that.
It may in fact, be the toughest choice you will ever make. But I bear witness that the moment you decide to return and walk in the way of our Savior and Redeemer, His power will enter your life and transform it. Angels in heaven will rejoice.
And so will we, your family in Christ. After all, we know what it's like to be a prodigal. We all rely daily on the same atoning power of Christ.
We know this path and we will walk with you. No, our path will not be free from grief, sorrow, or sadness. But we came this far “by the word of Christ with unshaken faith in him, relying wholly on the merits of him who is mighty to save.
” And together we will “press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope and the love of God and of all [people]. ” Together, we will “rejoice with you and rejoice in unspeakable joy and full of glory. ” For Jesus Christ is our strength!
It is my prayer that each one of us may hear in this profound parable the Father’s voice calling us to enter the road that leads home. That we may have the courage to repent, receive forgiveness, and follow the path that leads back to our compassionate and merciful God. Of this, I bear witness and leave you my blessing in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
