Homily - Love That Refuses to Dominate

The Father Who Does Not Control
A Homily on the Sunday of the Prodigal Son
St. Luke 15:11-31

In the parable of the Prodigal Son, our attention is often drawn to the repentance of the younger son or to the resentment of the elder. But before we look at either son, we must first look carefully at the father.

What stands out immediately is not simply the father's mercy at the end, but the way he loves throughout the story. The father gives an astonishing amount of freedom to his sons—but his love is not passive, negligent, or withdrawn. It is neither controlling nor indifferent. It is something more demanding than either.

When the younger son demands his inheritance, the father does not argue. He does not threaten. He does not bargain. He does not attempt to manage the future. He divides his living and lets the son go.

This is not ignorance.
This is not indifference.
This is love that refuses to become domination.

As Nikolai Velimirović reminds us, the father in this parable gives far more than justice requires. When the son demands what is "his," justice would permit the father to give him nothing at all—for apart from what his father gives, the son possesses nothing but dust. Yet the father gives him more than dust. He gives him life and breath, conscience and understanding. He leaves within him a spark that can still recognize hunger, remember the father's house, and find the road home. As St. Nikolai says, he gives this "not out of justice, but out of mercy," preserving within the son a light that may yet be rekindled—even in the far country.

Freedom is permitted, but grace is not withdrawn.

And this unsettles us—because we know the danger the young son will face.

And so does the father.

Freedom Is the Risk the Father Takes—But Not the Whole of His Love

The father does not need to be warned about what lies ahead. He knows the far country and all its terrible temptations. He has watched his son grow. He knows his immaturity as well as his great potential. He knows that his son will probably fail. He knows that his son will probably be hurt.

And still, he lets him go.

The younger son leaves because he is free.
The elder son stays because he is free.
And the father loves both sons without controlling either.

But this does not mean the father is hands-off.

The father does not manage his son's choices—but he does shape the conditions in which those choices will be understood. He does not eliminate consequences—but he ensures that consequences can teach rather than annihilate. He does not chase his son—but he preserves the meaning of home.

A human parent is often tempted to intervene constantly—to explain, threaten, restrain, or negotiate—motivated by what the parent calls "love." This father does something harder.

He does not protect his son from failure.
Instead, he protects the possibility of return.

The Far Country and the Formation of Repentance

The son's freedom leads him exactly where freedom so often leads when it is exercised without  wisdom: [it leads] to waste, hunger, and despair. He spends what he has been given. He discovers that independence cannot sustain life. He finds himself reduced to feeding swine, longing even for their food.

This is not accidental. The far country is real and so are its dangers. Freedom has weight. Choices have consequences.  The younger son suffers.

Yet even here, something remains alive within him; the memory of his home and of real love.

The spark the father put into him through years of his strong example and sacrificial love has not gone out.

He remembers the house.
He remembers bread.
He remembers that it would be better to be a doorman in the house of his father than live in the palaces of the far country – much less among its swine.

And so, at last, he comes to himself.

This is the risk the father was willing to take—not merely rebellion, but suffering—so that wisdom could be learned rather than imposed; so that the movement from willfulness to self-control would not be coerced; so that repentance would be real, and not merely compliance; so that the son's growth into authentic manhood would be genuine.

Love, here, does not manage outcomes.
It prepares for, cultivates, and then, Lord willing, blesses the return.

The Father Runs: Love That Restores Without Controlling

When the son returns, the father does something no respectable patriarch would ever do.

He runs.

He does not wait on the porch.
He does not demand explanations.
He does not require proof of sincerity.

He runs, falls upon the son's neck, and kisses him.

The son begins his confession, but the father will not let him finish. The father does not allow him to negotiate his way back as a servant. He never seems tempted to belittle him or his bad choices.  The repentance is already there.  And so He restores him fully—as a son.

The robe is placed on him.
The ring is given.
The shoes are fastened.
The feast is prepared.

This is not manipulation.
This is resurrection.

The father does not restore the son cautiously, with conditions and safeguards. He restores him completely—because love that controls repentance would threaten to undo and replace repentance itself.

Restoration, however, is not the end of the son's story.
It is the beginning of his real formation.

The father does not restore his son so that nothing will be asked of him. He restores him so that, once again, he can live as a son—within the life of the house, under the same roof, nourished at the same table, finally able to follow his father's example.

From this point forward, the son's life will be shaped not by fear or regret, but by gratitude.
Not by apathy or micromanagement, but by participation.
Not by rules imposed from outside, but by imitation from within.

He will learn patience by living with a patient father.
He will learn generosity by breaking bread at a generous table.
He will learn mercy by watching mercy given freely—now to him, and later, perhaps, through him.

This is how ascetical formation truly works in the Kingdom: not as control imposed after repentance, but as the means to a more beautiful life shared after restoration.

The father does not need to stand over his son.
He only needs to remain who he has always been.
And now his younger son is finally ready to benefit from his father's witness and from his love.

When Righteousness Becomes Control

How about the elder son?  He never left the house—but did he ever really live there?  Like his younger brother, he never entered into the beauty his father had cultivated there.

He hears the music.
He sees the celebration.
And he refuses to go in.

His obedience has quietly become a claim.

"I have served."
"I have obeyed."
"You owe me."

This is the righteousness that keeps accounts.
This is the righteousness that resents mercy.
This is the righteousness that expects goodness to produce predictable results.
For us, and for the people in our lives.

And here the parable turns toward us.

Because this temptation is painfully familiar.

We want to make sure the people we love turn out "right."
We want holiness to guarantee outcomes.
We want obedience to function as insurance.

So we pray harder.
We structure more tightly.
We supervise more closely.

And when things still fall apart, we grow angry—at our children, at others, sometimes even at God.

But righteousness that must control outcomes does not build the father's house.

It builds Babel.

The House That Is More Than a House

Only now are we ready to see what has been before us all along.

This father is not merely a father.
This house is not merely a house.

The father in this parable is God.
And his house is the Kingdom as it must be lived on earth.

The Kingdom is not sustained by manipulation.
But neither is it sustained by abandonment.

It is sustained by trust, order, beauty, memory, mercy—and freedom.

God does not save by coercion.
He saves by allowing Himself to be rejected—and by transforming that rejection into something glorious.  The cross becomes the path back to our heart's true home.

The father does not chase his son into the far country.
He does something harder.

He keeps the house intact.
He keeps bread on the table.
He keeps the feast ready.
He keeps himself open.

The Measure of Love

The measure of love is not how well we control the lives of those we love.

But neither is it based on how easily we detach ourselves from them.

The measure of love is whether we build and sustain a culture that forms people who know how to come home.

The father risks heartbreak rather than violate freedom.
Christ offers salvation through the Cross rather than coercing obedience.
The Spirit works quietly, patiently, without domination—yet never without presence.

That is the Kingdom.
That is Orthodoxy lived rightly.
That is the home we are called to build.

And when the son appears on the horizon—still filthy, still broken, still free—the father runs.

To Him be all glory, honor, and worship.  Amen.