Randy and I got ourselves hopelessly lost last week. We were in Langres, a medieval village in Haute Marne with my French chorale. The ramparts surrounding it are 3.5 kilometers long with twelve towers and nine gates. On entering one gate we were told where to meet the bus, 500 meters to the right. The problem was, all the gates looked so similar with the same arch. We were panicked trying to meet up with that bus! How could we possibly know where we were going if we had no idea where we were? We were afraid we would have to go to each of the nine gates and check for a parking lot to the right of it! Our bus driver very kindly circled a bit to find us!
Our verse for today is all about being lost. It comes after three parables describing a lost sheep, a lost coin and a lost son. Jesus came to this earth to seek out the lost ones. Those lost do not understand where they are nor where they are going. What is worse is not realizing one is lost!
Being lost in Luke’s three parables meant separation from one’s owner or one’s Father. It is the same for us. When we live a life separate from our Creator, we lose the sense of who we are, where we are and where we are going! He made us to enjoy a relationship with Him. Being found is what answers all those age-old philosophical questions.
It is amazing that Jesus loved me enough to search for me and find me! I am no longer lost. I am found in Him. In His arms I am home.