LEARNING FROM LUKE: LOST AND FOUND
Luke 15: 1-11
In October of 2011, Journalist David Grann revisited the notebook of what he recorded the week after 9/11/2001. This is what he wrote:
On the fourth day, I went to get a sense of the devastation. The street outside my building in lower Manhattan was still cordoned off on either end by police, and you needed an escort and proof of ID to get in or out. The young officer who stood guard on the corner said that two of his colleagues from the police station next door were missing. “A man and a woman,” he said. “We’re still hoping.”
I headed uptown to the Pierre Hotel, where I heard that the families from Cantor Fitzgerald—a bond-trading firm that had lost some 700 of its 1,000 New York employees in the World Trade Center attack—had set up an emergency center. It was in the Grand Ballroom on the second floor, where weddings and executive banquets were normally held, a place that seemed utterly incongruous for a crisis room. It was opened, along with the hotel, in 1930 and, according to the hotel’s brochures, had “received royalty, world leaders and celebrities.”
Outside the main door, the company had set up tables with information packets, including hot lines for “investigative tips,” “hospitals,” and “police.” There was a place to fill out missing person reports, and a few people gathered around it. The forms were eight pages thick and asked for anything that might identify the missing, including dental records (“partial plate,” “braces,” “no teeth”) and objects in the body (“pacemaker,” “bullets,” “steel plate”). On page four there was a checklist for build, race, and hair color, as well as items like wigs, toupees, and transplants. “Facial Hair Style: __Fu Manchu __Whiskers Under Lower Lip __Mutton Chops __Pencil Thin Upper Lip __N/Applicable.
Inside the ballroom, tacked along the back walls, were sheaths of white paper, each with a picture and details of one of the missing. Some were written by hand, as if in haste, others typed in bold computer fonts. One said, “Adriane Scibetta, 5 feet w/brown hair/brown eyes,” and had a photo of her with three little girls. Another said, “Francis (also goes by Frank) 28 years old, 5’10”-170s lbs. Light brown hair cut very short. Underneath was a picture of him, his sleeve rolled up, so that you could see the word “Mom” etched on his right bicep. Next to him was a picture of Amy O’Doherty. It had been mimeographed and her face was faded.
Many of us have lost things for a while: keys, household items, and other non-living things. And to lose a dog or a cat: that can put some anxiety in the heart of the owner. Other people have lost their spouse; or a parent; that’s even more-anxiety producing. Perhaps the most dreadful stories over the years are of children being lost. Losing a child in a store or a shopping mall can make a parent’s heart beat faster. But finding your child alive after an abduction really puts exclamation points on the word “Found!!” Fifteen years ago today, planes crashed in New York City, at the Pentagon, and in a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Family members assembled, or called, to see if their loved one had been found safe, or was lost, or declared dead. It was a devastating time for them. In the face of wars or disasters of any kind, people ask others questions through tears like, “Have you seen my son? Here is a picture of him.” Or, “Have you seen my wife? I’ll tell you what she looks like.” They are distraught. They are unglued. Having someone they love be lost is the worst news that they could imagine.
If there ever was someone who knew the heart of God, it was Jesus. His parables of the lost in Luke 15 take listeners on escalating levels of anxiety. Remember when I just mentioned things I have lost? A pet for instance. When I was a young boy my siblings and I were sad to learn that our dog had gotten out of his fence. We drove around our neighborhood, with the kids calling out from the car windows and Dad driving. Jesus talks about a shepherd losing a sheep. Such a loss could hit him emotionally, but certainly financially. He would be responsible to the rancher who owned the sheep. Other people might panic if they loss money. The woman in the parable lost a coin. A coin in those days could buy a loaf of bread, or even more. The woman lost a coin and, like some of us, she turned her house upside down looking for it. For us we might check the sofa cushions, or our pants’ pockets. And if we find it, most often we feel very relieved. Sometimes I tell Mary Ann something I’ve lost, but not all the time, because she might say what she has said before: “You are always losing things!” Who wants to feel sheepish when they are trying to celebrate? On the other hand, if you have lost a pet, you have perhaps spread the word on posters, through phone calls, or on Facebook. Then if he is found, you get that word out with relief, and others can celebrate with that find!
But there are some losses that set panic or sorrow deep into the soul: it is bad enough to lose a child in a store or a shopping mall: your heart goes into your throat and your senses go on full alert. And if that child is soon found, perhaps a minute, or an hour or so after being lost, likely the child, but certainly the parent, never forgets the relief of being found! But things get much worse concerning child abductions. They are the worst. Jaycee Dugard, author of the book A Stolen Life, wrote:
In the summer of 1991 I was a normal kid. I did normal things. I had friends and a mother who loved me. I was just like you until the day my life was stolen. For eighteen years I was a prisoner, and was an object for someone to use and abuse. For eighteen years I was not allowed to speak my own name. I became a mother, and was forced to be a sister. For eighteen years I survived an impossible situation. On August 26, 2009, [I was finally found. I got to take my name back and begin to put my life back together.] And she still is raising the child that her captor fathered.
She was lost from her mother for all of her formative years. No one was with her whom she could trust to talk to as she grew up and her body changed; no one to love her, just someone to trap and imprison her. She was truly lost to her mother, and then she was found after some people might have lost hope. Eighteen years.
Jesus talks about a lost son in this chapter. Such a missing young man weighed on the heart of the father. Christian Songwriter Mark Schultz captured the sentiment of a son, thought to be lost, who was found. The title of the song is “Letters from War”
The son goes off to fight for his country and to honor his dad. His mother writes to him every day saying: “You’re good, and you’re brave, what a father that you’ll be someday. Make it home, make it safe,” she wrote every night as she prayed.
One day she gets a letter back a letter from another soldier saying a bomb hit near her son and others. Her son dragged the letter writer to safety but the son was captured. And so the mother prayed; and she cried; and she prayed some more. Then she went back to writing letters. She wrote all the time, reaffirming what she said before: “You are good, and you’re brave. What a father that you’ll be someday! Make it home; make it safe,” she wrote every night as she prayed. Two years later a military car pulled in the driveway. She dropped to the ground expecting the worst but instead, “Out stepped a captain where her boy used to stand, and he dropped all his bags on the floor, holding all of her letters from war.”
Being lost is terrible; being found is joy. In Luke 15:20, Jesus said: “When [the son] was yet at a distance, his father saw him, had compassion on him, and ran to him, hugging and kissing his son who had been lost.”
Friends, there is no day in the heart of a parent, and no day in the heart of the Almighty, that is more special than having someone who was lost be found.
On September 11th, 2001, some family members and friends had a glad reunion when a person lost in one of the attacks was found. After hours or days of looking at posters or searching though rubble, first responders found many wounded and broken people to reunite with their families. What a grand reunion. But for hundreds of people, family members stayed lost, and some only got to recover bodies and to bury them.
Being found is the greatest joy to parents, to grandparents, or husbands or wives, and to others. And it is grand too for the one who was lost. In the Bible, Jesus told people exactly how the Almighty feels when someone gets lost; lost spiritually; lost to drug or drink; lost to gangs; lost to someone else who is a poor influence; or lost to a terrible peer group. Like the father in Luke 15, God looks at the horizon every day, seeing if the lost one …is coming over the summit’s rise. God longs … longs … for that person to find his way; or her way: hopes that there is a day of “realization,” as the son has in the parable; hopes that the beloved person is released or escapes from a captor. If someone you love is lost to death, that person need not be lost to God, for in Jesus Christ, “death is swallowed up in victory.” [1 Corinthians 15:54] Like a shepherd searching for sheep, your Savior will look for you, if you already know him as your shepherd, and he will lead you to your new home in Heaven.
Someone who is lost weighs on the heart of God like it weighs on the hearts of loved ones. But getting found is one of the greatest joys of heaven. May all those who can be found, get found. And may those who never get found, or who lose their life, find their way back to the open arms, and the searching eyes, of their Lord Jesus.
Jeffrey A. Sumner September 11, 2016