Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it?
My cell phone went missing after church.
My new cell phone. With all sorts of gidgets and gadgets and apps and such.
The search was on. A frantic call to the restaurant where I had lunch with a friend. The dumping of my purse, over and over. A call to my cell provider to see if they could locate it, even with the dead battery. Kids and husband tossing laundry and bedding and jackets, searching under car seats.
I finally remembered where I had left it, stowed safely in the back of the stroller, in the van. After we had made all of that search.
But as I scolded myself and thanked my family and hung up with my cell provider, I had to pause.
Do I look for those who need truth, do I search out those in need with the same passion and focus as I searched for my lost phone? Like the woman in Jesus's parable who goes through her house searching for a lost coin, do I place immediacy and value on those who are lost? And do I really grasp that God searches for us with such fervor and concern and then rejoices when He finds us?
Lost cell phone. Lost coin.
What deserves my most focused search?