I have never really given much thought to the older brother in the past. As I do, however, I can see a lot of him in me – and I think that distresses me somewhat.
The older brother has ‘lost the plot’. He is so wound up in what he has not received and in the belief that he is second favourite to the younger, that he fails to recognise the true joy of the occasion.
You possibly recognise some of the symptoms yourself. Big Bro tries hard. He rarely puts a foot wrong and works hard. He is kind of frustrated by the whims of his younger brother and thinks he should ‘grow up’. He observes all the rules, does the right thing, makes sacrifices for the good of others.
He feels others do not notice all the hard work he does. He wishes others would work as hard as him. He thinks no one else is as committed to ‘the cause’ as he is.
There is, however, an even sadder side to big bro’s character. He does not really believe he is loved or approved of. He cannot comprehend that he is truly loved by his dad just because he is his son. He does not accept that dad loves him and his little brother equally.
Externally he has done everything his dad wanted, and more. Internally he has wandered miles away from him. H has become lost in resentment. The resentment that we can inexplicably feel when we see others having fun when we have to work or the resentment when others have an expensive holiday when we choose to donate the money to the church.
The root of all this is summed up in these words:
all these years I have slaved for you, and never once disobeyed any orders of yours,yet you never offered me so much as a kid to celebrate with my friends.’
The older brother is consumed by resentment because he feels, deep down that he has not been given the reward that he deserves. The resentment over this means he cannot join in the joy of the party in the house.
The father response to this is brief and simple, yet genuine. son, you are with me always and all I have is yours’.
I reflect on the older son and I have to ask myself some hard questions. The older son is not a good character to compare yourself to as it can be a painful and unpleasant experience. It is, though a good and fruitful exercise as it can make us aware of characteristics which can be extremely harmful if we allow them to develop.
The alternative to being like the older brother involves me being grateful for what I have. Instead of believing I am not well thought of, or I am not given what I deserve I need to remember what God has done for me, what I do have, and trust that I am totally accepted. It’s weird, but I guess even gratitude takes effort – it is a lot easier to moan.
I guess at the end of the day we have a choice. To trust or not to trust in God’s all forgiving love. As Nouwen says. ‘I myself am the only one who can make that choice’