Lost Wallet
This week Cheryl and watched our youngest daughter’s children, Iris and Simon, so that she and her husband could get away for a few days. They went to Key West. I know we had a good time, and I hope they did, too. Our middle daughter brought her two kids to join us part of the time, so Grandma and Papa got to spoil all of them a bit.
Because they were in Key West, I remembered the first trip Cheryl and I took to the Florida Keys about twelve years ago. Cheryl was still teaching school at the time, but they had a four day weekend during February and we took advantage of it. During that trip a winter story named “Nemo” hit much of the country, but we were enjoying a tropical climate.
While we were there, we went to Bahia Honda State Park to enjoy the beach. After paying the entry fee, we drove in, parked our rental car, and went to change in the bath house. As we walked back to our vehicle, a man called out to me and asked me if I was from Texas. That startled me a bit, but I said that I was. He said, “I think I have your wallet.” At that point I felt my pants pocket and realized that it was indeed missing. When I paid the attendant at the gate, I must have laid it in my lap, and then it fell out when I got out of the vehicle. Not only had this stranger found my wallet, but he and his wife went on a mission to find me. He was walking through the parking lot searching for me while his wife was going up and down the beach trying to find someone who looked like the photo on my driver’s license.
I thanked them profusely. In our brief encounter, I found out they were from Southern Illinois, near where I lived while attending Seminary. From the time I spent there, I know there are a lot of good, God-fearing, honest folks in that part of the country, and these folks fit that category nicely. Unfortunately, I was so mortified by my boneheaded stunt that I didn’t even get their names! However, I offered several prayers of thanks to God for them.
What could have been a terrible incident was averted thanks to these fine people going out of their way to be kind and decent and find me. We would have gone to the beach for several hours, blissfully unaware that anything was wrong, enjoying the sun and sand and water and trade winds. Only later when we were at a restaurant or hotel would we have realized how bad our situation was.
I was reflecting on this while sitting in the airport waiting for our flight home. As thousands of people walked past me, all busily going somewhere, I wondered how many of them were blissfully unaware that they are lost?
The fifteenth chapter of Luke is about folks like that, folks that are lost and need to be found, folks that may not even know they are lost. They may never know how bad the situation is until the end of their lives and they are called to give an account before their Lord. At that point, it will be too late, like it would have been for me showing up at the airport to go home with no ID and no means to pay for anything!
Thankfully, we have one who is relentless in his pursuit of the lost. Our Lord came to seek and to save the lost (Luke 19:10). He lived and died to pay for sin. But He doesn’t stop there. He is like the shepherd that realizes one sheep is missing, and leaves those who are already safe to get that lost one (Luke 15:4).
Jesus is still seeking out people who don’t even know they are lost. He does that through those who follow Him. If you are one who has been found, you should be seeking those who are still lost. We want to ensure that they be given the opportunity to join us in eternal life with Jesus. That will be cause for even more rejoicing and celebration. (Luke 15:7,24).