Scriptural Musing

Those I feel sorry for ... almost as much as I do for myself:

The Prodigal Son's Elder Brother

Though I have no objection to Papa's giving the banquet for the Prodigal, I fully understand the older son's being ticked about it, especially because he'd never got so much as a little bash catered by the local deli. He probably was used to doing everything, and was probably chided about not doing enough as well. Then along comes the Prodigal, who squandered the same amount of cash that Older had invested in treasury bonds, and everyone acts as if he is wonderful, even though they know where he has been.

Cain

While I assuredly do not condone fratricide, we must remember that Cain had inherited great weakness and an impulsive nature from both sides of the family. And, after all, his gift had been rejected - and brother Abel was probably disgustingly smug!

Leah

Leah was a pawn in a dirty trick; knew Jacob would not have married her unless he thought she was her sister; and married a man who was so lustful and self-centered that he wasn't even aware of whom he was in bed with.

Zachariah

who was struck dumb for the mere fact of having asked a very sensible question.

Jeroboam

who endured the ultimate embarrassment of finding himself to be less inspired than a donkey.

Esau

who was constantly being ripped off by his conniving, double-dealing, sneaky brother. Who would deny a starving sibling a little lentil soup, especially at a time when lentils were three cents a pound? Mom and Dad always took that little con merchant's side, too!

Moses

who spent 40 years wondering if he'd have been better off if he'd played ball with the Establishment.

Peter

who always seemed to say or do the wrong thing, despite the best of intentions, and who has the unpleasant distinction of having his failings known to all and sundry for eternity. Despite Peter's distinguished pontificate, all anyone seems to remember about the good man is how he behaved on the night of his ordination - never even allowing for that he'd probably had a few.

The Magi

who certainly followed the right path, but who were led, in the name of protocol and respect, to tell the wrong authority what they were doing.

Samson

who foolishly thought that a spouse would be easier to handle than a lion.

Lot's Wife

whose only fault was innate feminine curiosity.

Eve

who had only one shot, winner take all. After all, who has any defense against temptation when it's a brand new experience - and it was her first offense!

Adam

who had to listen, over a life span of 900 years, to his wife's badgering him for having listened to her, and blaming him for everyone's labour pains.

Job

who had more than the lion's share of torments, not the least of which having to listen constantly to stupid and condescending advice.

All of the labourers in the vineyard

who were there at dawn, and were assuredly sun-scorched, blistered, and exhausted, but who, being non-union, got the short end of the stick.

Pontius Pilate

who, at one time or another, must have beseeched the gods to give him universal and enduring fame.

Mary

who, among other well-known sorrows, had to fret over a lost, precocious child for three days, then, on finding him, had to be greeted with a very smart-alecky answer.

The Host of the Wedding Feast at Cana

since those who crashed the party in order to see the Master were the reason he ran out of wine in the first place.

But, most of all, I feel very sorry for that fig tree!



A Lenten postscript: Hunger for charity, not for candy you've "given up". You'll accomplish far more by refraining from unkindness and condescension, rather than smoking or dessert. And share laughter - it makes life far easier for yourself and others.