|September 6, 2021|
” Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ ” Luke 15:6
We walked in Schneider’s Woods today. Our son had walked it before a few times. There are no signs, and there are fifty different side trails ( all mowed ). After about a half an hour, I had no clue where I was. I had lost all sense of direction, and I usually am very well oriented from north, south, east and west. Not today. Without Caleb leading us, I would still be there looking for a road to get my bearings. We also hiked at Mussleman’s Woods. Very well marked, and straightforward. I knew where I was.
When we attended our daughter’s wedding in Jordan, we went to Wadi Rum, a desert south of Amman . We arrived at night, and our Bedouin guide drove in the desert sand for almost an hour in pitch black. We arrived at our tent for the night, safely. Even during the day, all the sand and rock formations looked the same. We had a great guide.
I think it is good to feel ( and actually be ) lost sometimes. Jesus is concerned for our physical and spiritual health. We get lost in our ‘ things” and attitudes, and leave the flock. Jesus is always interested in our care, and knows when we get lost. The parable above is part of three stories of lostness. It is okay to get lost sometimes. Being found again and again is one of life’s greatest mysteries.
Shalom and strength for the journey of faith and life,
Soaring like Vultures
lifted up by unseen Hands
Trust, silent enters my fears Monica Pieper Landoni 2021