We all have that one thing we always lose. Well, some of us its more than one thing. It can be your cell phone, wallet, car keys or something with so much meaning behind it. But, when looking for that one thing that is lost we get reinforcements searching for it. Yeah, you know you do that!
I remember for my sweet 15 someone very special gave me a ring. That ring above all else meant the world to me simply because the person who gave it to me was someone I looked up to and cared for as a granddaughter cares for her grandfather. I was never have been a jewelry kind of girl, but that ring. I held on to it and wore it day in and day out. I never took it off. I couldn’t thank Mr. Jay enough for giving me such a thoughtful gift, even though we weren’t blood related you could tell he loved me and I loved him.
A few weeks later it was our Church’s camp week. My mom had told me “take it off, you will lose it!” but as almost every teen we like to defy our parents by doing the exact opposite of what they tell us to do, so I took it. For the first 2 days it stayed on my finger and refused to take it off. But one day it was scavenger day and I couldn’t bare the thought of loosing it so I took it off and placed it in my purse “there I thought safe and sound.” A few hours passed by and I remembered about my ring I went to my purse to put it back on. But, then my heart sunk, my hands began to sweat profusely, felt knots in my throat, and I felt like I was about to puke. I turned to my friend and said “I lost my ring…” she saw the panic in my eyes and she did what any friend does and she began to look for it and the rest of the girls did too. Then all the sudden the boys were doing the same, but, the end result was the same. The ring remained lost.
So I went back home and I couldn’t tell my mom what happened. I was good for a few days, mom didn’t ask any questions and she definitely didn’t see it… or so I thought. One day , a few weeks later we were in the car and carrying a conversation when out of the blue she asked “Gennesis, where is your ring?” the same feelings all came at once. I had no other option but to tell her the truth. She was upset and I couldn’t and wouldn’t blame her. But, after telling her I refused to believe the ring was lost even it had been weeks since I had last seen it. So began searching for it. I grabbed the purse I had during camp and shook it and then I heard a faint thud on the floor and there it was my ring… oh precious ring. The burden was gone and it was as if everything was right were it was supposed to be.
Imagine if we as a body of Christ could come together and search for the Lost by being the light 14 “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden.15 Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. 16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5 14-16 and salt of the earth (Matthew 5:13)
spreading the Gospel everywhere we go and every chance we got. I searched highs and lows for this ring that was so precious to me. and I even had reinforcements to search for it. What if we searched the highs and lows of the earth for the lost souls. When I see someone accepting Christ for the first time or finally getting right with God again, my heart makes a happy dance and then I can only imagine God and the angels rejoicing for new souls have found THE way, the ONLY way. Why not begin searching the highs and lows to find the lost? What if we begin putting the same effort and same passion for the lost. The same way I did when I lost something so valuable. Those who have yet come to Christ are more valuable than that ring or anything else that you could have lost.
Lets begin searching for the highs and lows. Lets bring back those who may have lost faith or lost their wonder for God. THE LOST BE FOUND!
