
Lost and Found
Luke 15
A pastor went over to an elderly church member's house to see how she was
doing. Seated on the sofa and very hungry, he spotted on the coffee
table a bowl of almonds.
A little timid, he asked, "Do you mind if I
have one?" The woman was quite reluctant but said, "No, go ahead."
An hour later, he was in disbelief that he had finished off the whole bowl!
"Oh I'm so sorry about all the almonds!" he said as he stood to leave.
"Oh, don't worry about it.
All I can do is suck the chocolate off them since I lost all of my teeth."
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I’d like to say that I have a good way to connect that joke to what we are going to talk about this morning…but I don’t. I’m just going to leave it right there.
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I don’t know about you, but I sure like it when I find something that has been lost. Most of the time it would be my car keys or television remote that I would be looking for when I lose something. These days my 20 year old son is living with me as well as three dogs in our small home. For the most part Barry keeps track of himself, but keeping track of three dogs can certainly be a challenge.
The other day while I had the three out in the yard I looked up to find that my 6 year old lab,Titus had made a break for it and was nowhere to be found. It was about 4:30 in the morning and I was not really in the mood to go searching for my wandering dog. But….I knew that quite honestly if I didn’t go find him I wasn't too sure if he’d return on his own.
I also know that Titus doesn’t pay attention to traffic. He wouldn't hesitate to run directly into the path of an oncoming car if he were to see something on the other side of the road that interested him. Knowing that about him makes it all the more important to find him when he runs off because I live near two rather busy streets.
So I put the other two dogs in the house and jumped into my truck to find Titus. I drove to the places where I had found him after other escape attempts. I didn’t find him. I then turned down one of the busy streets near my house and two houses down the block, there he was, in the yard of a home checking out all the smells of the trees and bushes in the front yard. Since it was 4:30 in the morning I was able to stop, back up and jump out of my truck leaving it in traffic (of which there was none) to get Titus and put him in the back seat before heading home.
I have to admit that I was relieved to locate him so quickly and to get him back where he belongs.
If I feel that way about my pet, how much more must God grieve when we are lost? He looks for us, He calls us and He continues to wait for us to come home. No wonder there is celebrating in heaven when one of God’s lost children comes home.
And if that’s the case, and God loves each of us that much, doesn’t it make sense for us to follow His lead and love His children in a manner likewise? Shouldn’t we also be concerned for those who are lost?
If we truly want to imitate God, then the things that break His heart should break ours right? More often than not, they don’t. But sometimes we actually listen and take action.
Dallas area pastor, Matt Chandler, tells the story of Dave Karnes. When the World Trade Center tumbled to the ground on that dreadfully dark day, more than 3000 people lost their lives. But a few who were buried beneath the rubble miraculously survived. Two of these were Will Jimeno and John McLoughlin, a pair of Port Authority employees who responded to the attack and were on the bottom floor as the south tower fell.
Trapped without water and breathing smoke filled air, both men had little hope for survival. Yet as they lay there under a mountain of debris, something was stirring inside an accountant in Connecticut. Dave Karnes who spent 23 years in active duty in the Marines, was watching the scene play out on TV like the rest of us. But more than just allowing it to trouble him, he decided to do something about it. He went to his boss and told him he wouldn’t be back for awhile. He went home and put on his fatigues and then drove 120 MPH to ground zero, arriving by late afternoon.
While rescue workers were being called off the site, Dave was able to stay because of the clout and credential of his uniform. Finding another Marine, the two joined forces and walked the pile of debris together, seeking to save a life. After an hour of searching, they heard the faint tapping on metal pipes. It was Will and John who had been trapped for nine hours. This Marine who had been working a spreadsheet just hours before found them, began to dig and then freed these two men. Of the 20 people pulled out of the rubble to safety, Will and John were numbers 18 and 19. And all because Dave Karnes took off his suit, put on his rescue fatigues, (rolled up his sleeves) and stepped into the despair and darkness of Ground Zero.
And then Matt Chandler writes, “In the same way but to an infinitely greater degree, God took off his royal robes, stepped into our dark and depraved culture, and served us. We were buried in the depths and rubble of our own foolishness with zero chance of pulling ourselves out of our own sin. We were without hope until the Holy One clothed himself in humanity to rescue us, to become sin for us on the cross. Our service (to others) must be grounded in the truth of the Gospel…Christ’s birth, life, death and resurrection for us. It begins and ends with Jesus – begins there because he is our original motivation and ends there because in Him we are empowered to serve (and save) others.”
Can you imagine feeling that kind of calling on your heart? The kind that would cause you to drop what you are doing to go where you need to go, to do what you need to do, and find someone who was lost. I think that Jesus is calling us to do just that.
I believe that those of us who are followers of Jesus have more love than we need and we don’t want to stockpile it, we want to give it away. What better way to dole it out than to use it to strive to find those who are lost and introduce them to the One who saves, Jesus.
In Luke chapter 15 we read…
Luke 15:3-7
3 So Jesus told them this story: 4 “If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them gets lost, what will he do? Won’t he leave the ninety-nine others in the wilderness and go to search for the one that is lost until he finds it? 5 And when he has found it, he will joyfully carry it home on his shoulders. 6 When he arrives, he will call together his friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.’ 7 In the same way, there is more joy in heaven over one lost sinner who repents and returns to God than over ninety-nine others who are righteous and haven’t strayed away!
Jesus addressed the importance of the lost to God from three different angles. In the story of the lost sheep He not only explained the joy of finding the lost sheep , but also the shepherd’s willingness to lift the sheep up to his shoulders and carry it home. This would have been a great display of love by a shepherd not only for his flock but for an individual sheep.
The same is true in the way that God sees each of us. Individually we are important enough that he would come and look for each of us. And God is also being very patient as He waits for His children to return.
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Diana knew the rigors of her residency at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City would take its toll, so to keep her company, she adopted a 30-lb., black and tan Mutt mix named Zoey from an adoption agency in Puerto Rico. The pair bonded quickly, and loved learning about each others’ quirks. One cold Sunday morning in October, Diana’s dad was walking Zoey through Central Park when, spooked by an approaching dog, she pulled out of her collar, and took off. What happened in the next week is a story you won’t believe.
Diana and her family’s hunt for Zoey began immediately, including plastering thousands of “Lost Dog” posters all over Manhattan, several Craigslist ads, false leads, and a potential sighting underneath the George Washington Bridge. And the search crew seemed to grow by the day—volunteers from a local adoption agency distributed posters, even the Chief of the Central Park branch of the NYPD helped in the search.
“One day I was hanging a poster outside of a church when these little old ladies came up, gave me a hug, and told me they would ask Jesus to find my dog,” says Diana.
Exactly one week to the hour since Zoey had gone missing, Diana and her mother were walking around East Harlem looking for her pup, but really just chatting about how they would memorialize her, perhaps a burial in the backyard with her toys, or donating her crate to a shelter, when her phone rang and a mysterious woman said she thought she had their dog. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up, particularly after all the prank calls we got, so I told her to snap a photo and send it to me. It was my Zoey.”
A lovely couple had recovered Zoey limping along in Riverside Park not far from the George Washington Bridge, put a scarf around her neck to guide her along, and, on their way home, stumbled across Diana’s poster. The rest is history. Diana nursed her baby girl back to health (Zoey suffered three pelvic fractures on her journey) and they’ve been together ever since.
“To this day, I call every person’s number when I see a lost dog poster,” says Diana. “I tell them not to give up hope.”
Diana learned a lesson. Never give up hope. Isn’t that what we see in God as he searches for the lost? He doesn’t need anyone to call and tell Him…. He won’t ever give up hope on any one of us. He will continue to pursue each of us because no matter how far away we have wandered He continues to love each of us and patiently await our return to Him.
In the Parable of the Lost Coin God shows the effort that one goes to in order to find that which is lost.
Luke15:8-10 says…. “Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and sweep the entire house and search carefully until she finds it? 9 And when she finds it, she will call in her friends and neighbors and say, ‘Rejoice with me because I have found my lost coin.’ 10 In the same way, there is joy in the presence of God’s angels when even one sinner repents.”
Looking for something that is lost is very important when you have very little to start with. So in this parable Jesus is pointing out the value of the lost. It is so valuable to the woman that she lights a lamp which would cost money, and then she swept the entire house and searched carefully.
But she didn’t search for just a little bit and say, “It will eventually turn up, or it wasn’t that big a deal, I still have the other nine.” No, she searched until she found it. We don’t know how long that was, but it could have been a few minutes or a few days, we just don’t know, either way we do know that she didn’t stop until she found the coin. God is relentless in His search for us too. And then when we are saved God rejoices just as we would if we were to find something of such great value.
In the first two parables we see things from the vantage point of the one who is searching for the lost. We get a view from what it must look like for God as He searches for His lost children and what it would feel like to find that which is lost. But what must it feel like to be the one who is lost and then found?
When I was about four years old, my parents took me to Jones Beach. Jones Beach is actually Jones Beach State Park and it is a barrier Island linked to Long Island New York. The beach itself is 6 and one half miles of white sand beach on the Atlantic Ocean.
The beach was incredibly crowded. We may have been on a beach at the ocean, but the beach itself was a sea of humanity. There were people in every direction who had come to spend time at the beach on a hot summer afternoon in New York. And on this afternoon I decided to go for a walk all by myself. After walking for a few minutes I realized that I could no longer see where our blanket had been laid in the sand. As I looked in all directions there were no familiar faces. I was lost.
It is one thing to lose an object, but it is entirely different when it is you who are lost. A sense of what I would call full-body-panic came over me and since I did not know a single one of the people who were near me, I for some reason decided to just sit down next to the nearest trash can. At four you don’t have many strategies to choose from, at least I didn’t come up with many. So I just sat down next to the trash can, put my head down and cried.
After what seemed like hours and hours but was most likely just 10 or 15 minutes, I felt a tap on my arm and a familiar voice. “There you are.” said my mom. I was never so happy to see anyone…ever. I had been thinking about what life was going to be like out on my own, but now I could abandon those thoughts and return to where I belonged.
I knew that I had been lost. Sadly many people in today’s world don’t even know that they are lost. By that I mean that they don’t understand where it is that they actually belong and that their heavenly father is walking up and down the beach looking for them in the hopes of bringing them home. If only they would be able to grasp what it really means to be found, and saved.
In the third and final parable that Jesus teaches in Luke 15 we are told about a man and his two sons. One of the sons tells his father that we wants his inheritance early. He wants what he would otherwise get after his father died. That request is a huge red flag right off the bat. I mean, who does that?
That could not have been a normal request even during the time of Jesus. I am sure that those listening to Jesus tell the story were already forming an opinion of this son and it wasn’t a good one.
So the son takes his money and heads off to a far land to live a life of selfishness and sin. Not too long after, two things happen that open the eyes of this young man. First off he runs out of money and secondly at the same time there is a famine in the land. Out of food and out of money, he begins to starve and come to the realization that he is in trouble.
So at this point Jesus gives us a view into the circumstances and the mindset of the one who was lost. In the parable of the lost sheep and the lost coin we saw things from the perspective of the one doing the searching, now we get to see what it looks like to be on the other end of the situation.
The son knows he has made a mistake and after a failed attempts to try to make it by hiring himself out to a farmer we get a peek into his thoughts as we read in Luke 15:17-19
17 “When he finally came to his senses, he said to himself, ‘At home even the hired servants have food enough to spare, and here I am dying of hunger! 18 I will go home to my father and say, “Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, 19 and I am no longer worthy of being called your son. Please take me on as a hired servant.”’
So he heads home. As he approaches something happens that the listener of the time and even of today may not have expected.
His father had been waiting and watching for the return of his lost son. Instead of doing what most people would have done and writing the child off, the father runs to greet him.
I think that many fathers of that time and of today would have said something to the effect that the wayward son was and is “dead to me”. And no matter what the son did he would not be welcomed back into the family. But you see that isn’t how it works in God’s family. The contrast of the world’s view of this and the way God sees things then becomes clear.
Now the son who had remained faithful to his father was feeling slighted at all the excitement of the return of his brother. He was thinking, “Hey wait a minute here, I was the one to stayed on and kept working. I never demanded my inheritance, I never left. What’s the deal? Where’s my party? Where’s the robe and ring for me like the ones you just gave my brother?
In Luke 15:31-32 we read…
31 “His father said to him (the faithful son), ‘Look, dear son, you have always stayed by me, and everything I have is yours. 32 We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found!’”
Church, this the lens that we need to see the world through. Not only for lost children in our own families, but also for all those who may cross our path who have strayed away from the love of our heavenly Father.
We have been put here, right here, in Pueblo West on McCulloch Blvd. to point people to Jesus. It is God’s plan. He wants to use us to reflect the love of Jesus onto those we encounter on a daily basis in such a way that they can’t but help to see that they are lost and there is something so much better waiting for them. And it really isn’t a someTHING but a someone.
Jesus has shown us that we need to be diligent in our search for the lost, we need to be willing to put in the extra effort to find the lost and then we need to understand the way that the lost see things. It is the love that God pours into us that we are to share with them as they begin to move toward the Savior.
Each of us are called to reach out to the lost in the name of Jesus that they may be found. Are you ready?