Sunday, February 21, 2010

Lost

I have come to seek and to save that which is lost. ~ Jesus, Gospel of Luke

Jesus' main mission was to rescue and redeem everything that was lost in the crisis of the Garden of Eden. At Eden all became lost. Creation's first couple lost their innocence and the immediate presence of their Creator. A catastrophe of that magnitude may distract us from realizing that much more than innocence and relationship was lost. ALL was lost. Every created thing spiraled into a tailspin of devolution. Literally, in a blink, everything turned on itself - and all within its reach. Nothing was forever safe.

Jesus' announcement that he came to seek out and save lost things is one of the grandest statements in the Scripture. Revealing that His plans for us are good and not evil. His Plan is to turn failure into success, and He will stay on task until that which He began is finished.

God alone is able to save and restore ALL that is lost, and He must. Our soul is vast enough for a dwelling place for God himself, and that's far more territory than we can cover. Unfortunately - to use metaphor - we go into our interior like a rescue team with no map or compass believing we can recover what is lost. Relying on instincts, survival techniques, and training with no spiritual foundation we get even more dizzy in our attempt to find ourself. Navigating the labyrinth of God's dwelling results in scrambling up slippery slopes, wading through muck and mire, and the thorns and brambles of a futile search that leave long, red, painful wounds on our already bruised soul.

We keep trying to find our way independent of God, because even though lost - not all the journey is intolerable. We humans are a determined lot, and we find ways to temporarily free ourselves from the tangled vines of our emotional jungle. From time to time the hungry insects, and the vicious briers of our wanderings give way to forests of towering pine trees, and momentarily the oppressive sense of being lost finds respite. Briefly, the trail feels like a comfortable walk on a soft carpet of fallen quills. Optimism returns. A renewed strength to enjoy the adventure inspires us to keep searching.

But that haunting remains. So much is lost and still un-recovered . . .

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