When The Lost Are Found

Had something thrown in my face over the last 24 hours or so.  In case you don't follow my Twitter feed (you can do that over on the side of this blog or HERE) Tyler has a Ball Python that got when we moved here and it got lost yesterday.  Someone left it out when everyone went to the library in the morning and they couldn't find him when they got back.  Lora found out first and called me to tell me to pray.

Let's stop right there.  In the grand scheme of things it's a dumb snake so why pray for a snake?  Well, in my house it's a beloved pet that even my wife likes and prayers weren't so much for the snake as for the snake to be found and for my son who lost it.  I hurt for my son.  He could have lost a book, favorite stuffed animal or lucky underwear and I still would have prayed - because something he loved was lost.

Can you see where I'm going?  I spent more time and more focus in the past 24 hours praying for my son and his lost snake than I have (I'm ashamed to admit this) in the last week spent praying for God's lost children here in Greenville.  Ouch.  God certainly doesn't love his people any less then my son loves his snake.  The consequences of people being lost isn't any less than the consequences of a lost snake.  The only difference?  I wasn't as concerned for people in danger of hell as I was for a snake in danger of missing dinner or a boy in danger of disappointment. 

The good news is, the lost snake was found.  Could it be the result of diligent effort and fervent prayer?  I think so.  So, imagine what might happen when I get back to praying for people like that.  Care to join me?