Is it just me, or does the parable related in this Sunday’s Gospel have something of a dreamlike – or even nightmarish – quality? Perhaps it’s because the action is all on the level of emotion and reaction:
and all wrapped up in a story about the love of a king for his son, the joy of a marriage feast, the celebration of that love and joy.
The nightmare is that the love and the joy get lost, get twisted up, forgotten and kicked to the corner by the rage, the disappointment, the indifference and the fear.
The dawning hope is the remembrance that at the heart of this story are love and joy, union and abundance, and the king’s persistent invitation to share in the celebration.