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Luke 15 — Lost sheep, lost coin, lost son — and a Father who never stopped searching
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Here's the setup you need to understand. The religious insiders — the and — were furious because kept spending time with exactly the wrong people. . People the community had written off. The kind of crowd you wouldn't post about. And Jesus wasn't just acknowledging them from a distance — he was sitting down and eating with them. In that culture, sharing a meal was intimate. It meant acceptance. It meant "you belong at my table."
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So they started grumbling. "This man receives sinners and eats with them." And instead of defending himself or explaining his strategy, Jesus did what he always did. He told three stories. Each one about something lost. Each one about someone who refused to stop searching. And by the time he was done, the grumblers were the ones who had to decide which character they were.
started with a question that sounds simple but isn't. He looked at the crowd — the religious leaders, the outsiders, everyone — and asked them to imagine something:
"Suppose you have a hundred sheep and you lose one. What do you do? You leave the ninety-nine out in the open and you go after the one that's missing. You search until you find it. And when you do, you don't drag it home frustrated. You put it on your shoulders, overjoyed. You go home and call your friends and neighbors together and say, 'Celebrate with me — I found my lost sheep!'
I'm telling you, there is more joy in Heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who don't think they need it."
Think about the math for a second. Ninety-nine safe sheep. One missing. Most reasonable people would call that an acceptable loss. You've still got ninety-nine percent of the flock. But this doesn't do the math. He goes after the one. And the emphasis isn't on the sheep finding its way back — it's on the shepherd doing the searching. That's the whole point. God doesn't post a "lost sheep" flyer and for the best. He goes out looking.
followed it with a second story, same theme, different angle:
"Or imagine a woman who has ten silver coins and loses one. She lights a lamp, sweeps the entire house, searches every corner until she finds it. And when she does? She calls her friends and neighbors and says, 'Celebrate with me — I found the coin I lost!'
That's the kind of joy that fills heaven — the Angels of God celebrating — over one sinner who repents."
Here's what's easy to miss: that coin didn't find itself. It didn't roll back to where it belonged. The woman did all the work. She turned the house upside down because what was lost mattered to her. Jesus was painting the same picture from a different angle, making sure nobody missed it. The lost thing didn't earn its way back. The one searching did all the finding. And the response wasn't relief — it was a party.
Then told the story everyone remembers. And it started with a request that would have made the original audience gasp:
"A man had two sons. The younger one came to his father and said, 'Father, give me my share of the inheritance.'"
Stop right there. In that culture, asking for your while your father was still alive was essentially saying, "I wish you were dead. Give me what I'm owed so I can leave." It was the ultimate rejection. And the father — here's the first surprise — gave it to him. He divided his property between both sons.
Jesus continued:
"Not long after, the younger son packed everything up, moved to a distant country, and burned through all of it. Reckless spending. No plan. No restraint. And when the money ran out, a severe famine hit that region, and he had nothing.
So he hired himself out to a local citizen who sent him into the fields to feed pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the slop the pigs were eating. And nobody gave him a thing."
For a Jewish audience, this was rock bottom. Pigs were animals. A Jewish son, heir to his father's estate, now envying pig food in a foreign country. He'd taken his and it had led him to the worst possible place. Not because someone dragged him there — because every choice was his own.
That's the thing about the far country. Nobody forces you there. You walk there one decision at a time. And the silence that hits when everything you chased turns out to be empty — that's a silence almost everyone has felt at some point.
Then came the turning point. said something beautiful about the son:
"But when he came to himself..."
That phrase is everything. He woke up. He saw where he actually was. And for the first time in the story, he started thinking clearly:
"He said to himself, 'My father's hired workers have more than enough food, and here I am starving to death. I'll go back to my father and tell him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I'm not worthy to be called your son anymore. Just treat me like one of your workers.'"
He had a speech prepared. He'd rehearsed it. He wasn't going home expecting a welcome — he was going home hoping for a job. He'd downgraded himself in his own mind from son to servant. That's what does. It rewrites your identity before you even walk through the door.
But here's the moment that changes everything. Jesus said:
"While he was still a long way off, his father saw him."
The father saw him. Which means the father was looking. Which means the father had been watching that road, waiting, hoping. And what happened next broke every cultural expectation:
"His father felt compassion, ran to him, threw his arms around him, and kissed him."
In that culture, a dignified older man did not run. Ever. It was considered shameful. But this father didn't care about his dignity. He ran. The son started his rehearsed speech:
"Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I'm not worthy to be called your son —"
He never finished. The father cut him off. Not with a lecture. Not with conditions. Jesus said the father turned to his servants:
"Quick — bring out the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and prepare a feast. Because this son of mine was dead, and he's alive again. He was lost, and he's been found."
And they started celebrating.
The robe meant honor restored. The ring meant authority restored. The sandals meant sonship — servants went barefoot, sons wore shoes. The father wasn't accepting him back as a worker. He was restoring him fully as a son. No probation period. No "let's see how this goes." Full before the son could even finish his apology.
That's not how we do things. We make people earn their way back. We keep score. We want to see proof of change before we soften. But the father in this story didn't wait for proof. He saw his son coming and he ran.
This is where the story takes a turn most people don't expect. Because there were two sons. And the second one has a problem nobody saw coming. continued:
"Now the older son was out in the field. As he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. He called one of the servants over and asked what was going on. The servant told him, 'Your brother is back. Your father killed the fattened calf because he received him home safe and sound.'
But the older brother was furious. He refused to go in."
The father came outside — notice that, the father went out to both sons — and pleaded with him. But the older son let it all out:
"Look, I have served you all these years. I never once disobeyed your commands. And you never even gave me a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours shows up — the one who wasted your money on prostitutes — you slaughter the fattened calf for him?"
Feel that? "This son of yours." Not "my brother." He'd already disowned him in his language. And notice the word he used about himself: "served." Not "lived with you." Not "loved being here." Served. The older brother had been in the father's house the whole time but had the heart of an employee, not a son. He'd been keeping score for years, and the scoreboard had just been thrown out.
The father's response was quiet and devastating:
"Son, you are always with me. Everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate. We had to be glad. Because this brother of yours was dead, and is alive. He was lost, and is found."
"This brother of yours." The father gently corrected him. Not "this son of mine" — "this brother of yours." You're still family. You don't get to opt out of that.
And here's where Jesus left the story. Open-ended. We never find out if the older brother went inside. Because the story wasn't really about the younger son at all. Jesus was telling this to the — the ones who had been in house their whole lives, who had followed every rule, who were furious that God would welcome the people they'd written off. The younger son knew he needed . The older son didn't think he did. And that's the more dangerous place to be.
Three stories. A lost sheep. A lost coin. A lost son. And in every single one, the searcher does the finding. The matters — the son did come home. But the headline of 15 isn't "the son who came back." It's the Father who never stopped looking. 🏠