“Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:8-10)
In Luke 15, Jesus gives three parables of three things which were lost but are then found: a lost sheep, a lost coin, and the prodigal son. This week, I experienced my own lost but found story, which like the woman who lost her coin, I feel in gratitude that I need to share it:
Monday night, I opened my backpack to discover that my Bible was missing! The one pocket which I always kept it in, was empty, with the exception of a couple of mechanical pencils. The Bible given to me by my youth minister when I was in high school. With a fast-beating heart, my racing mind concluded of only three places which it could be–accidentally left in a classroom within the McInteer (the Bible building on campus), or possibly the caf. For I clearly remembered using it during my two o’ clock class, though details of it after that were fuzzy.