Prodigal Son’s Big Brother



I can’t get the prodigal son’s brother off of my mind.  I see him as an older brother that kept track of all of his little brother’s mistakes and mishaps.  I see him as the big brother with the accusing red eyes that burn through the little brother, with the little brother thinking to himself, I have to get out of here.  I need my own space.  I see the prodigal son’s brother not as a role model that the younger boy wants to follow, but everything contrary to God and how he sees life.  I see the prodigal son’s brother as a man that sets man made rules contrary to God.  I see him as a man that doesn’t have a personal intimate relationship with God as Abba Father.  But as a man that’s cold and bitter, that gave up on his own hopes and dreams, and takes it out on his little brother.  I see a man that believes he’s due entitlement because of the time he gave his dad.  He wasn’t a man that gave without expecting something in return.  He wasn’t a humble man.  His attitude separated him from God’s true love.

How many of us have had and older sibling that thought they were due everything their parents had accumulated over a lifetime? And the younger siblings shouldn’t get anything because, “I was here first.”
I bet the prodigal son could see through his older brother, he was everything that he didn’t want to be.  He was the Judas Iscariot of his life.  He was the betrayer that would betray him at any cost.  He’s the man or woman that chases people off by saying, “you will never measure up.”  He keeps a record of all wrongs. He’s boastful and loud and lets everyone know that he was the one that stuck around.  Not out of love, but out of greed and selfishness.  This is the prodigal son’s big brother.
Luke 15:2-32
2 “But his father said to the servants, `Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger and sandals for his feet.
23 And kill the calf we have been fattening. We must celebrate with a feast,
24 for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found.’ So the party began.

25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the fields working. When he returned home, he heard music and dancing in the house,
26 and he asked one of the servants what was going on.
27 `Your brother is back,’ he was told, `and your father has killed the fattened calf. We are celebrating because of his safe return.’

28 “The older brother was angry and wouldn’t go in. His father came out and begged him,
29 but he replied, `All these years I’ve slaved for you and never once refused to do a single thing you told me to. And in all that time you never gave me even one young goat for a feast with my friends.
30 Yet when this son of yours comes back after squandering your money on prostitutes, you celebrate by killing the fattened calf!’

31 “His father said to him, `Look, dear son, you have always stayed by me, and everything I have is yours.
32We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found!'”

The truth is the prodigal son’s big brother wasn’t happy that his little brother returned. He thought the family was better off without him. He lost no sleep while he was gone and spent no time in prayer time , but instead counted his full inheritance.

1 Corinthians 13:4
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails.


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