Lost and found

Losing things are part of life. A frustrating part. Especially when the thing lost is deemed of utmost importance, or just when you need to use it. Like losing your keys just when you're about to leave the house, or losing your identity card. The frustration can be seriously overwhelming.

People too, get lost. Children get lost when they wander away from home, or from their parents at a public place. Adults get lost when they're in a new area and have no clue how to get to where they intend to go. And this can be just as frustrating as losing an object: the searching, the wondering what happened and how to get it, how to get where you need to get, ... It all feels somewhat scary.

And finding whatever was lost can be quite relieving, very exciting. The feeling you get after finding a lost object, depending on how much you valued it, is overwhelming, to say the least. Some scream with excitement, some hop about like sick bunnies, others run around chanting "I found it!!", and the more quiet ones just smile. A parent who finds her lost child squeezes them tightly, not willing to let them out of their sight for even one second.

The world is full of lost people. The Bible states: "All we like sheep have gone astray". God looks down and sees many lost people, people who have wandered away from him into the darkness. He sees His helpless children groping about, some absolutely lost, others trying to run away from the true Way. And He depends on us, those who have found the Way, to help find them. His utmost desire is that those who found the Way, call on others and help them find it too. He calls this the Great Commission. He deeply desires to squeeze and tightly hug his lost children. He utterly desires to see them in His Kingdom.

So let us all, in one way or another, find the lost and lead them back to their Father, who is eagerly waiting for them.