Lost and Found
I know this is a stereotype, but it seems to me that it’s the woman of the house who is expected to know where everything is, and, if something gets lost, she is the one who is expected to find it. At least, that’s how it was at our house when my kids were little.
I remember once when 5 year old Luke lost one of his toy dinosaurs and asked me if I knew where it was. I searched for that little T-Rex high and low, turning our house inside out, opening every closet, sweeping under every bed, leaving no stone unturned, all to no avail. Finally, I told him, “I’m so sorry. I just can’t find it.” He said, “You’re fired!”
In our lesson for Sunday, Jesus compares God to a woman who is searching her house for a coin she has lost, but who will not be fired, for she refuses to give up until she has at last found it. He compares God to a shepherd who has lost a sheep, but who refuses to give up until he has brought the stray safely home to the fold, even if it means leaving his flock in order to search. What kind of God is this who cares just as much for those who are lost as for those who are already found, safe and sound?–a God who refuses to leave any of us, even the least of us, behind?
Every time we gather for worship it is to give thanks for this amazing grace: “I once was lost, but now am found.” Come and sing it with us this week! See you Sunday!
Grace and Peace,
Callie
