I can't think of a more scary word than the word, "Lost." I'm just like everyone in the sense that I have misplaced material possessions and searched high and low for them. Usually I find them where I have mislaid them but on the few occasions I don't find things I lose, I get over it pretty quickly.
You know it has to be a totally different emotion for us when we lose a person. Whether we lose them in a crowd of people or they move away or die or some other way they are lost to us, it's a horrible feeling to think we may never find them.
When I read Luke 15 where Jesus gives the 3 parables of the lost sheep, the lost coin, and the lost son and I read about the older brothers angry reaction to their dad throwing a party for his younger brothers return to the family it always makes me check to make sure my priorities are on people and relationships much more than they are on things.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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