Late last summer we found a lost dog: he was a Shih Tzu pup, maybe four months or less old. To make a long story short, we ended up rescuing him and he’s now a part of the family.
Today Petey, the name we gave him partly because our grandson says is so cutely, escaped (again) from our fenced in yard. Overall he’s a great dog, other than this need to escape and roam. But I digress … Petey belongs to Connor; just ask him and he will tell you “Petey my dog”. Today’s escape came at a bad time: I was watching Connor alone and couldn’t go after the spunky, quick, and agile pup. And Connor worried his little self (he’s almost three) half to death over Petey being gone. He looked out the door, the window and yelled “Pete! Come here!” more times than I can count. His distress pushed his nap time back by about two hours, and I thought he was going to cry himself off to sleep over worrying over that dog! Thankfully Connor finally drifted off to sleep with minimal shedding of tears.
About five minutes after he fell asleep I hear Pete-dini at the front door; the UPS man across the street had inadvertently scared the little critter home. Connor and Petey are both still napping now but I look for a happy reunion in an hour or so.
This all got me thinking about the lost folks in our lives. What if we were so concerned over their relationship, or lack thereof, with Jesus that we could do nothing but fret and worry, shed tears and and cry out for them? I am made to believe we would see many would made restless by the Spirit and convicted of their sins. And that we would see lost sheep seeking desperately after the Savior.
God’s Word teaches we need to have child like faith. Maybe we need to seek after some child like zeal and angst for those we love and know are lost, too.
Hebrews 4:7 Again, he limiteth a certain day, saying in David, To day, after so long a time; as it is said, To day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts.
I happened across this little story this evening and thought I’d share it with you:
“When I first enrolled in seminary, I found an apartment room next to a railroad crossing. I wondered why the apartment rent was so cheap-and found out the first night. A train came through in the middle of the night, blasting its horn. It didn’t?’t just wake me up, but also nearly gave me a heart attack! Every night when the train came through, it blew the horn. At first I thought about changing apartments, but then I started getting used to the nightly awakenings. I would wake up for a few seconds, then go right back to sleep. Eventually I got where the train horn didn’t even wake me up. I hardened my heart to the train and couldn’t hear it any more. The same hardening process occurs when God speaks to our hearts and we don’t respond. Eventually, we stop hearing His voice because our hearts have become hard. “Today if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts”.”
What a terrible thought it is to harden your heart against the Lord. But, just like in the story with the sound of the trains whistle, that is exactly what folks do when they hear and know the Gospel yet continually ignore God’s call. As has been well said, that is a dangerous game to play with eternal consequence.
Do you know someone like this? Make a special effort to spend extra time in prayer for them, the the Lord may soften the hard hearts before it’s everlasting too late.
Matthew 18:11 For the Son of man is come to save that which was lost.
This past weekend my wife and I were in PA for her family reunion. One of my favorite parts of the reunion is the outdoor church service we have Sunday morning. Bro. Ron Overly brought the message again this year, one that would be titled something to the effect of “Last, Lost, Least”. It was a good illustration of who Jesus was, in Bro. Ron’s words, partial to.
In a nutshell, these three categories cover every person in the history of the human race. Though each one may not endeavor to be any of these things we all most certainly start out lost. And as we grow in our Christian lives we do begin to seek after being both last and least, in the example our Lord set for us. In other words, the more we grow and mature, the more we ought to desire a servant’s heart like Jesus’.
My son came by this morning for a few minutes before he went to work. As we spoke I noticed he was wearing a wedding band. He had misplaced his several months ago so I asked if he found it. He replied no, it wasn’t his and that he’d found it in an old box of stuff at his apartment while looking for something else. I looked closer at the ring on his finger then and realized it was yellow, not white, gold so it couldn’t be his. Then it dawned on me: That was MY wedding band!
I lost my wedding ring almost 15 years ago. One night I went to sleep with it on, the next morning it wasn’t on my hand. Despite looking and looking for it, I never located it. How it got into ‘some box’ at his apartment all these years later I have no clue. I am very thankful to have it back though.
Perhaps in 14 years or so we will find his, too, stuffed someplace we have no idea of how it could get there.