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It’s not always the weakest who wander. The adventure-seeker, independent, strong-willed, and defiant might also abandon the flock.
It doesn’t really matter why you left. It only matters that you’re gone. You left a gaping hole that will never fully heal. The world moves on, alive with laughter, tears, joy and sorrow. But, no matter how many distractions press in, I must chase YOU, irreplaceable you. My love never ceases. Your absence is torment. I long for my child. I endlessly pursue.
When I stumble across your tangled despair, I point the way free. I point toward the greatest adventure, the place of true freedom, where your brawn becomes weakness before the cross holding strength.
I point toward Jesus because only Jesus can usher a lost heart home—really home. When He finds what He seeks, we joyfully celebrate the return of our lost sheep.
Then Jesus told them this parable:
“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says,
‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’
I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
LUKE 15:3-7 NIV
