“What man among you, if he has a hundred sheep and has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open pasture and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? Luke 15:4 (NAS)
My wife would give her eye teeth for one of these precious sheep. If we owned any spare land I’m sure we’d have one. If it were to stray, I’m sure she’d look high and low for it, leaving other loved ones to fend for themselves. I can imagine her joy upon finding it and the text messages that’d go out with the good news.
It’s good to know that the Lord sees us like this helpless animal and pursues us relentlessly. When we’re found we are carried on his shoulders from then on, and heaven rejoices. This being a parable told to the Pharisees, it likely fell on deaf ears. We, on the other hand, understand it perfectly.
A widower down the road, up in years, suffered from cancer. His neighbors knew of his plight and befriended him, checked in on him, mowed his lawn, took him for his treatments, fed him, and walked his dog. Most importantly they shared Christ with him, but he resisted. Then lying on his deathbed minutes away from his last breath, they offered once more. His grip and his expression told the whole story. He went straight into the Savior’s arms, or shall we say, onto His shoulders, and the angels rejoiced in person.
I say with confidence there was no way this man would be eternally lost, because he had been pursued and found. He just didn’t know it until the end.