Ever Lose Something?

Last Tuesday evening after 56 holes of golf, Bubbas ribs and a walk around Eureka Springs, Arkansas, Debbie and I returned to our motel room. I began to clean my golf clubs and realized something just wasn’t right. I was missing a special golf club. My pitching wedge was gone. Life was over as I saw it. I couldn’t golf anymore this week without my wedge. What was I going to do?

Just then, I realized where it was. It was 12 miles away setting on the 9th green at Carroll County Country Club. I forgot to pick it up after pitching on to the green.

My heart started to race. I had Debbie try to call the clubhouse. No answer. They were closed. I decided to drive back to see if I could find it.

The drive seemed forever as I drove into Berryville. When I got there around 9:00 p.m. no cars were in the parking lot. I saw a woman coming out of the swimming pool area and asked her if she knew if anyone else was around, she said they had just left. I went out to the 9th green, no club. Then I decided to go around back to the first tee box….guess what I found? My pitching wedge.

Celebration!!!

Maybe I understand Luke 15 a little better after that incident. Something that was valuable to me was lost and I found it.

The widow who lost her coin, looked all over and celebrated after finding it. The sheep that wandered off and was located once again. The son that decided he could have a better life elsewhere and then found out maybe life at home wasn't bad after all. In all these situations celebration occurred. What was lost was found.

At Central we need to rejoice when brothers and sisters come home. We need to be diligent in searching for them and drawing them back to our Savior.