Written April 2, 2010

 
Tonight, as what was team Komboa sat down to say farewell to
what we were and usher in the changes that have taken place, the news came in.
Sally had been found.
Those of us gathered around the table already looked at each
other and said, “Praise GOD.”
Noe and at least a dozen other World Racers spent the
afternoon relentlessly searching for this girl.
Given the circumstances, no one knew if she would turn up
again or not.

 
As I took a quick second to write about this in the midst of
packing for Cambodia,
the parable of the lost sheep kept popping into my mind.
 
“…if a man owns a
hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety nine
on the hills, and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it.
I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the
ninety-nine that did not wander off.” (Matthew 18:12-13)
 
The children at the home were the ninety-nine today.
Sally was the one.
Like the owner of the sheep, my squad pursued her alongside
K.I.M. and the police department.
 
“In the same way your
Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.”
 
We could have said, “We’re sorry. We’re leaving tomorrow and
we need to get ready to go.”
We could have said it, and no one would have faulted us.
But we didn’t.
We didn’t because we loved Sally too much to let her stay
lost-
Like God loves us.
 
And because of that, Sally is home tonight.
The one who was lost,
but now is found.