Did you ever lose something really important and really freak out until you found it? I’m talking about a serious melt down similar to what I experience every time I misplace my iPhone. I’m not talking about the instant palpitations I get when I put my hand in my pocket and it’s missing and I find it 30 seconds later on a different pocket. I’m talking about pulling the sofa cushions off and dumping drawers upside down in a frenzied, cat burglar style rampage of my house experience when I really can’t find it. Fortunately it is attached to my person 24/7 so that rarely happens. But when it does, my life lurches to a halt, because everything I do in life is in that device. A little over-the-edge? Maybe. Perhaps I have a little iPhone-OCD going on. After all, you say, it’s just a phone, right?
NO IT’S NOT! IT’S MY LIFE!!
Sorry for that outburst. I’m OK now. I just had a flashback to the time I was leading a trip to Africa and as soon as I got 21 people and 48 bags of supplies across the world and settled into their bungalows I reached into my pocket and it was gone! Palpitations turned to sheer terror and after a few minutes of turning my pockets inside out I was on a harrowing ride across rutted, dirt roads to the airport where I had to bribe the guards (I’m not proud of that but it was for my phone!) just to let me search the baggage area for my precious, darling device. As I searched I started imagining what the next 10 days would be like with no way to communicate with my team members or the outside world. No phone. No internet. No texting. No emails. Nothing! Life would lose its meaning. I didn’t know how life was going to go on. After an hour or so of questioning how a loving God could allow such suffering in life as losing my phone (kidding), I found it and life was good again. But the memory of the terror I felt is still stressful (not kidding).
Bottom line: losing something you love really, really sucks.
So, then I came across this old worn out parable of the lost sheep. I say it’s old and worn out not because it is, but because I’ve been a Christian so long sometimes you hear the same old stories and you think, “Lost it, found it, blah, blah blah” and it’s you that is worn out not the story. But anyway I came across Luke 15:1-7 in my daily reading and suddenly it was alive and new:
“Now the tax collectors and sinners were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, ‘This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.’”
So, Christ was talking to self-righteous people (like me).
“Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.”
I’m sure I have at least a hundred electric devices…
“Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?”
Yes! Especially if he’s trying to survive in Africa!
“And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’”
Ok, I didn’t put it on my shoulders or hold a party, but I definitely did the happy dance. I jumped up and down shouting “Praise Gods!” and pumping my fists in the air. All stuff that’s pretty unusual for my usually refined controlled self. And especially surrounded by Africans thinking I was some crazy white guy!
“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents…”
I know it might seem stupid because it was just my beloved phone and not a beloved lost sinner, but in a weird, twisted, electronic-addicted way, I understand that rejoicing a little better now, because I really value my phone and missed it tremendously and truly rejoiced when it was found.
“… than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”
Hmmm…I had to rethink the 99 here, too. After all, I did basically run out on my entire team and rush back to the airport, not really caring what happened to them, at least for the moment, as long as I got my phone. And that’s pretty much what Jesus does. He likes the 99 but leaves them for the one. That has always sounded mean or neglectful to me. “How could God forsake 99 faithful, good, righteous people like me and stop the whole progress of the flock and go after the one,” I remember thinking.
And honestly, I kinda like hangin’ out at church with the people who don’t have to repent. And not the self-righteous ones that think they don’t have to repent, which is who we usually assume Christ was talking about. But I like hanging around the ones who don’t have to repent because they already have. They’re in the fold. They’re chilling with the flock, enjoying green pastures and still waters and all that. They’re nice clean, well shepherded livestock.
But I don’t think that way anymore. Now I get it. God gets really excited about finding something – someone – that he really cherishes. Probably at least as much as I was excited about finding my iPhone! And it’s not unfair to the 99, either. Remember, each one of those 99 got to be the one that Christ chased after at one time. Now they’re in the flock and he’s chasing another. And we have to be excited about chasing that one, also. Because even though we’re in the 99 now, we were the lost one once.
We have to be that excited about getting out of the nice comfy sheepfold and tracking down the lost. It’s dirty and scary out there amongst the cliffs and ravines that the lost sheep fall into but that’s our calling. As a missional church our goal is to leave the church building and get out into the world to find the lost. And if we want to be like Christ we really should be as excited about finding them as I was about finding my phone. That’s a really high standard. I’m not always as excited about finding dirty, smelly broken people as I was about finding my phone, but I need to be. And I’m determined to be and I challenge you to be so excited about the lost that you’ll leave your comfy church friends behind in a moment’s notice to rush after the One.
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