September 11, 2022, The Joy of Finding and Being Found, Luke 15:1-10 – Mtr. Kathryn Boswell

To listen to this sermon, click the link above

When my daughter Emily was three or four years old, we were at a church picnic one Sunday afternoon, enjoying conversation with friends while Emily played quietly nearby. But suddenly, we turned to check on her, and she wasn’t there. We called, and we all got up and looked behind and under everything, and no Emily. So we all split up and rushed madly around the park, asking everybody we saw if they had seen a tiny little girl with blond hair, about so high. And nobody had seen her. And then, finally, I found her in a sand pile, happily digging away and completely unaware that she had just taken a few years off our lives and added several new gray hairs to our heads. I don’t really know how long it took us to find her – it was probably a very few minutes, but it felt like an eternity – and the whole time my heart was breaking with the fear that something terrible might have happened to her, and I might never find her.

When we lose something that is precious to us, our whole mind and heart, and even our body, becomes focused on the object of our loss. In that moment, nothing else seems to matter; every other part of our lives, every other responsibility, every other source of our joy, fades into the background until we find what we have lost. Sometimes, like it was on that day with Emily, it is a potentially catastrophic loss. But other smaller losses affect us in similar ways. Like the woman in the parable who lost one of her ten coins, the one item we lose suddenly seems much more valuable to us than all others, and we pour our energy into finding it. The book I can’t find on the shelf suddenly becomes the very book I most want to read right now. The earrings I can’t find in the jewelry box suddenly seem to be the only ones that are the right ones to wear today. Even when we’re talking sometimes, the word I can’t come up with seems to be the only word in the world that will say what I want to say.

We human beings are grieved by loss. It is part of the stamp of God’s image that he molded into us as his creations, beings who are made to display his image. And it is such a mark of God’s character that it is not only true of us human creatures, but we can see it in other creatures that God made as well, the way our pets – I think especially dogs because they are so near to us humans – are sad when we are gone from them. No matter how long I’ve been gone, ten minutes or ten days, Trapper always rejoices when he sees me drive into the driveway, and he smiles his special doggy smile.

Like our faithful little dog, our hearts are broken when we lose something we love; and we are filled with joy when we find again that thing or that person that we had lost. Jesus knew that, as a human being, and as the son of God. Haven’t we all experienced that feeling, that burning need, to find what was lost, and that restlessness that won’t let us stop thinking about it, trying to remember – we sit there in a funk, or we lie awake at night and we fret about it: where did I just see that? Where was I when I used it last? Did I lend it to someone? And who? And we go and look in the same places two or three or ten times, just in case we missed it. Loss troubles us.

In the gospel reading today, the scribes and the Pharisees were grumbling about Jesus again, Jesus who never did have any sense of what was proper, Jesus who let the most disreputable rabble collect around him, tax collectors who collaborated with the enemy and lived by preying on their own people, and sinners – prostitutes and drunkards and all those kind of people that any self-respecting man or woman of God wouldn’t want to be seen hanging out with. Jesus heard their grumbling – he always did – and that’s when he began to tell this parable. “Is there anyone here who wouldn’t leave everything else and go after that thing he or she had lost? Who wouldn’t do that?”

And I think it must have been that the power of Jesus’ teaching came most often at that very moment when he had his listeners nodding their heads in agreement. He was so good at telling stories people could relate to – yes, of course…sure, we would do that…I know exactly what you mean. And just when he had them all comfortably following him he would bring them to the brink of something utterly unexpected: “when God finds one of these lost ones – these “sinners”, these “disreputable people” you see here –  there is more rejoicing in heaven than there is over a multitude of religious people who don’t even know they’re lost yet.”

Religion is very good at knowing God’s rules and regulations, but it never was any good at understanding his heart. To know God’s heart sometimes we need to look inside ourselves, like recognizing that pain that we feel in loss, and that joy that we experience in finding — to recognize that that is part of who we are, and to know that in our pain and joy we are seeing a glimpse of our Father.

But it doesn’t stop there. Because when we recognize the Father’s longing for his lost children, we can never see the people in the world around us in the same way. Instead of seeing a “single mom” or a “senior citizen” or a “millennial”, or one of those “teenagers that are always causing trouble” or any of the other labels we use to keep our fellow creatures safely boxed up and out of our hair – instead of that, when we begin to understand what Jesus is trying to tell us, we will begin to see that person with the intense longing of the Father who sees all the lost-ness along with all the sin, and who wants more than anything to bring his child home.

Jesus says, “Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” We think of repentance as a matter of us feeling sorry, and confessing our guilt, but actually the Greek word doesn’t mean that; repentance means a change of mind. The angels of God have a party when one child of God is found, Jesus says, when one mind, when one heart is transformed by his love. It isn’t the sheep in the story who goes out to be found; it isn’t the coin that sits in the corner and waves its little hand and says, “Here I am!” No, the first one to act is God, who goes out and finds the one who is lost, and in being found we are transformed as we respond to the joy and love of the Father.

It isn’t that people don’t have to change; it is simply that we don’t have the power to change ourselves. God’s love always comes first – and then our hearts are able to repent. But it is the Father’s greatest joy and most urgent longing to do just that – to transform us into the people we were created to be, not the hopelessly lost children we had made ourselves, but his free and joyful children, created in his image, created to share our Father’s heart and to reach out in the power of his love to those who are just like us, lost children who need to be found.

Every time I come up to the altar, and when I stand facing the altar before the recessional, I look up at the Good Shepherd window. I look at the little lamb safely in the arms of the Shepherd, and the kindness and love on his face. And I know that I am that lamb, not because I found him but because he found me. And I know that he desires to find every single one of the children that he has made, to find them, and to carry them home in his arms, to the great rejoicing of the angels in the heavenly places.

The truth that the Pharisees still needed to learn, the truth we sometimes need to remember, is that we are all sinners; which is to say, we all wander away from God like lost sheep, and not only in the past, before we “became Christians,” and now we’re all set – but over and over again throughout our lives. We get lost in our fears and in our ambitions, and in our bitterness and even in the good things we get so busy with. We turn our focus onto the cares and urgencies of our lives and off of our trust on God, until we find ourselves in that place where we don’t feel his comfort and strength and joy like we used to, and we don’t know the way back. But God will always find us. Never forget, each one of you sitting here today is that lamb that was lost, and each one of you is the lamb that has been found. And the joy of the Shepherd is the joy your Father feels knowing you are safe in his arms again. +

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: