Finding The Lost
I had this odd tension growing up in a family with only one pet. She was a black Toy Poodle and my parents were the ones who actually took care of her. As the youngest sibling I had no responsibility for her (I was the spoiled one) … So, I grew up not really having any emotional connection to animals. I mean I like them, but they’re not on my Top Ten Passions list.
Once Lauren and I were married, she frequently asked about getting a puppy; I frequently reminded her of a previous deal we had made: if she got a puppy, I got a motorcycle. A guy can dream right?
Last July, we took a trip to Eureka lake with Lauren’s family. We frequently go throughout the summer and had discovered a path that leads to a small waterfall and natural rock climbing area. As we were exploring, we heard a faint whimper.
Lauren’s brother thought it sounded like a dog and began to search to find the source. Shortly thereafter, Graham returned carrying in his arms a little puppy with matted fur, covered in mud and shaking in fear.
We don’t know how long she had been out there, but we took her back to the house and straight to the tub. After getting the mud off we discovered that she was COVERED in fleas. I’ve never seen so many crawling black dots in my life… It took us a solid hour to remove all the fleas that had found their new home on this poor puppy.
After we had gotten her cleaned up it hit us, what do we do with her? She had no collar, no microchip, and after a slew of emails and Facebook posts, we could only assume she had been thrown out as if she were garbage.
Remember that deal I told you about? Well we ended up with only half of the deal coming through… That’s right, we brought home a new puppy!
I was a little hesitant at first. I couldn’t help but think of the vet bills and the hours of potty-training to come… It’s like we were testing ourselves out as parents but with a puppy instead of a baby.
As I think about that day I can’t help but think of when Jesus talks about the Lost Sheep in Luke 15:4-6.
“What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’”
Sometimes, in all honesty, I don’t want to go search for the lost people in my life. If I’m looking at my stats, then 99% is still pretty good! But the joy of bringing that lost one home, it can’t be measured.
Sometimes we’ve got to answer the call the Lord has placed on our hearts to find the lost. Just like we searched the woods to find that scared and shaking lost puppy.
Marlow is the newest addition to our Griffis family and I can’t imagine life without her. She is a constant reminder to me that there are still people who need to be sought as well. Those who need someone to come searching for them. The Lord has placed us each in a unique situation to find that one lost sheep.
I’m challenged with the question Andrew Gale asked us on Sunday; how has God uniquely positioned us to bring life to those around us?