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Dear Friends:
“Finders keepers, losers weepers” — How many children have suffered agonies over the possible loss of a precious doll, ball glove, toy or other treasure that was set down or misplaced only to find someone else holding it and sneering the taunt, “finders keepers, losers weepers.”
We all live with the threat of a loss of something dear to us– a love, a relationship, a job, an heirloom, a dream, a house, a fortune, and most troubling of all, the dread of the loss of salvation. Jesus knows that cold, seeping fear that lurks in the shadow of our hearts. It is his mission to eliminate that fear. He said: “The Son of Man came to seek out and save the lost” (Lk 19:10).
The seminary professor and television host Steve Brown tells a story that provokes thought on the subject of losing and finding.
The woman was washing dishes in the kitchen sink one day after the children had left for school. She looked at a particular plate. She stared at it a long time and asked herself over and over again, “How many times have I washed this plate? How many times have I dried it? How many times will I wash it and dry it again?” She then set down the plate, took off her apron, packed a few of her belongings and left.
That night she called home to tell her husband that she was all right, but that she just could not come home again. From time to time, over the next several weeks, she would call just to see how her husband and children were doing. But she would never tell them where she was, nor accede to the pleas from her family to return.
The husband hired a detective to search for her, and after picking up a few leads, the detective tracked her down. She was in another state, living in a small apartment over a coffee shop where she had a job as a waitress. Her husband set out immediately to bring her home. When he found the place she was staying, he knocked on the door of her upstairs apartment. She opened the door, saw him, and did not say a word.
She went into the bedroom, packed her belongings, and silently followed him out to the car. Then, in silence, he drove her home. Read the rest of this entry »
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