Tuesday, 8/13/13
There is an unexpected, and quite pleasing, benefit that
suddenly comes to us from hearing Gospel stories over and over. It happened to
me today with the story of the shepherd’s joy at finding a lost sheep.
I always picture that lost sheep as somebody who has
strayed away, putting in years of seeking happiness in the wrong places. Jesus
used the image of the shepherd cuddling the lost one on his shoulder to convey his joy over finding one such lost one.
What caught my attention, and delighted me today, was
what Jesus went on to say: “.”It
is not the will of your heavenly Father that one of these little one be lost.”
While I had been picturing the lost soul as an old sinner, to the Father that soul is still just one of his little ones.
That
connects with an illusion shared by all of us who have left middle age behind
us. In our hearts we are still the young ones who were getting a start in life.
And that is not a bad idea. Jesus said we must, “turn and become like little children.”
William
Wordsworth had a fine little poem about the advantages in remaining in touch
with our childhood.
My heart leaps up when I
behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow
old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the
Man;
And I could wish my days to
be
Bound each to each by natural
piety.
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