Lost

Last weekend I went to visit my good friend Mary in D.C. We spent a lot of time reminiscing about the old days when she and I were roommates, and we along with Heidi made an eclectic 3 musketeers. As we drove into the city I remembered a time we three went to DC to visit Mary's sister. Somehow we got all turned around and lost. She called Lizzy and was trying to navigate and drive and figure out how to get to her house.

"Well," Mary said, "I think if we keep driving …we'll get somewhere."
Huh huh huh. Profound Mary. Profound.

Now of course, she was trying to tell Lizzy that things look familiar, and she thought eventually we'd get to a place she recognized. But it didn't happen.

See, that's the thing about being lost. You're lost. If you knew where you were, or how to get someplace from there, you wouldn't be lost.
Yet we as Christians often expect the lost to find their way. I was listening to a CD this morning, the man said, "Jesus is calling the lost. He wants them to come to Him."

But they're lost. They don't know their way. That's why they're lost.
I disagree with that CD man.
Remember this winter when the news kept reporting that hikers were getting lost in the mountains of Oregon? What did they do? They sent out rescue missions. They went out to find the lost. Why? Because those lost hikers were important.
Life was valued.

I believe Jesus is sending us out as a seek- and- rescue mission to find the lost for him.
To expect them to find their way is like Mary's humorous statement:" If they keep going, they'll get somewhere."
Of course they will. But where?
Jesus?
Doubtful.