Had a wonderful message this morning from my online church. The theme was not to forget those who are not saved.
Pastor Chris started out with a question. Have any of you lost something that was precious to you?
He shared a story about his three year old son who went missing while they were at a restaurant. The Pastor panicked when a waitress asked them if they were missing a child. They realized that they were. She said “There is a boy out in the drive through in front of the cars.”
Pastor Chris leaped over a barrier to the drive through and sure enough. There was his son, with not a care in the world, admiring the flowers along the drive through.
He ran to him grabbed him and held him his arms. He kissed him and was too relieved to be angry.
What if a driver was looking down when they pulled out and didn’t see the boy???
They saved their precious child.
I have had not one, but to things have I lost that are precious to me.
The first one was my four year old son. We were at Disney Land. We were walking through all the hundreds of people when my wife said “Where is KC?”
He was gone! I couldn’t see him in the mass of humanity. We panicked and rushed to the “lost child,” center. They put out a plea to our son that said, “KC, your parents are lost. Please come to the center.” They gave him very clear directions. Nothing! We felt the fear of losing our son.
I told my wife that I was going out to our car to get something. (Forgot what it was.)
KC was only about four years old at the time. I couldn’t imagine him finding us in that mass of humanity.
I got near the car and there was KC. He was sitting there and waiting for us! How my son found our car out of the thousands that were parked, I do not know to this day, but we had our precious one back. I picked him and told him how much I loved him. I too was too relieved to be angry.
The second precious thing that was lost was my wedding ring. It, of course, means a great deal to me.
I woke up one morning. Walked to the den where I always put my watch and ring, and the ring wasn’t there. I did the whole house search routine. Nothing.
I remember that I had stayed at a buddies house after a late football game. I called him and told him about my ring. He told me he would look in the room where I slept. Nothing.
I have been searching for that ring ever since. I have never found it. When I do though, there will be great rejoicing like when I found my son.
What the Pastor’s message told us about, was the parable about the one sheep that was missing out of the flock. The Shepard left all 99 sheep and hunted for that one sheep. When he found it he rejoiced. He even went back to his town and told everyone about his blessing.
Yes, we have to think…leave the 99 and try to find one?
What is taught here, is that we may have some lost sheep in our neighborhoods, at work, even at church. We need to reach out those few and try to save them.
Then we can rejoice, and be blessed, because that one person has become one of the flock.
If you are down and out. Reach out for help. Don’t wallow in your own self pity. None wants to come to your pity party. Seek help. Pray to God for His love, and His guidance. He will be there to see you through your storms.
You are never alone.
You are never forsaken.
You are never unloved.
And above all…never, ever, give up!