The Found

Lost and found. There seems to be different understandings in this text of who is lost and who is found, doesn’t there?

So much depends on the inflection of your voice. The text tells us that the Pharisees and the Scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them”.

But if you change the tone of your voice, it becomes a celebration, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them!!”

What is Good News to some is decidedly NOT Good News to another.

This dinner scenario typifies what is so difficult about living together as community, because some days we can’t even tell who is lost and who is found. And every time we seem to get a handle on who is lost, Jesus goes and eats dinner with them.

So Jesus hears the grumbling. He’s talking with the sinners, those people who weren’t following the laws, who weren’t obeying the religious rules.

And he’s also talking with tax collectors. These people were more than religious rule breakers, they were political problems, because they were Israelis who collected taxes from other Israelis for the Roman authorities. They were employees of the occupying power. The Vichy French.

And Jesus eats with them.

You can see why there was grumbling.

And so Jesus tells a story.

Which of you, he asks, when you lose a sheep, wouldn’t leave the rest of your flock to go after the lost?
Or, if you lost one of your ten coins, wouldn’t you turn the house upside down to find it?

He tells this story to the Pharisees and the Scribes. And to us.
And we’re left wondering, once again, what Jesus means with these cryptic stories he tells.

One thing I’m sure about in these stories is that we are never the finders. The finding of lost sheep and coins is not our call. Certainly we are to be welcoming and we are to share the Good News we’ve received, but that isn’t the same as going out to save someone. That is clearly God’s role in these stories.

I hope that will free us up from feeling we need to be on the lookout for someone in need of saving, in need of finding.

Because we aren’t the finders.

We are the found.

And there is no indication the lost objects were worthy of saving. Doesn’t say it was a good sheep, repentant sheep, or born again sheep. It was a lost sheep.

The “found” in this story aren’t very helpful in their own finding. The lost coin doesn’t shout out, “here I am! Over here! Look at me! Look at me!”

I’ve heard conflicting accounts of the intelligence of sheep, but all seem to agree that a lost sheep wouldn’t be putting his own picture on the side of a milk carton to help rescuers in the search.

In this story, God is cast as the shepherd and the woman.
We are the barnyard animal and the inanimate object.

It may not be very flattering to our egos to be compared to sheep and dirty money, but it is GOOD NEWS, friends. We once were lost, but now we’re found. What news could be better?

Yet we often act as if it isn’t good news. In those moments when we are one of the already found sheep, or one of the no longer lost coins, we don’t always celebrate and rejoice over the finding of our lost brother and sisters.

Why is that?

Even when we’re happily gamboling about in the fields without a care in the world, safe in the fold of God’s care and mercy, why do we get upset when the shepherd’s attention is focused on finding one lost sheep?

Why, even when we’re safe in our owner’s wallet, do we get upset when she starts trying to find the missing coin?

I have no idea.

But I know I’m as guilty of it as the next Scribe or Pharisee.

Jesus ends his parable with this sentence: “Just so, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

When we are found, when our brothers and sisters are found, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God.

How does God’s own joy about us translate into how we live with joy, how does it translate into whom we invite to dinner?

Where are the sinners and the tax collectors in your lives? Where are the Scribes and Pharisees?

I confess that for me, I turn into a Scribe and Pharisee at the idea of Jesus having dinner with Pat Robertson, the Westboro Baptist folks, and the guy in Florida who keeps trying to burn the Quran on the anniversaries of 9/11.

There would be much grumbling from this Pharisee were I to see that dinner party.

But I have to allow for it. If God can call me daughter, if Jesus searched far and wide to bring me into the fold, then I have to leave room for “those” people who I think are doing it all wrong to be found as well.

Jesus interrupts our complaining about those “other” lost sheep to remind us of our own found-ness, to remind us to celebrate more, and to remind us that nobody is lost beyond hope of return. “You’re already my beloved child. If I made room for you in the flock, don’t you think there is also room for these other children of mine? Let’s celebrate!”

I guess the reminder in this text is that I don’t have to serve as the bouncer at the gate, determining who gets welcomed into the flock. I just get to rejoice that I’m included.

All week, I’ve been thinking about the statement from the complainers at the beginning of this text.
“This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them!!”

How can we live our lives so we take this phrase and turn it from a complaint to a celebration?

Maybe our church sign should read “This congregation welcomes sinners and eats with them”!

Maybe we should make t-shirts.

But I think we’d need some way to make clear we know we are among the ‘sinners’ in question.

Maybe it should say “Jesus welcomes sinners and eats with us!

And

“There’s room for you too.”

Actually, this week a member of the church went to Mission Committee and asked if we could start serving breakfast on the last Saturday of the month to people in the community. Mission Committee thinks it is a great idea, so now they’re figuring out logistics, but we’re hoping to have some version of this program up and running in the new year.

That is how you live your life in gratitude and joy– by welcoming others to the table as you have been welcomed!

Friends, we who were once lost have been found. There is joy in the presence of the angels of God because of that truth. Let us live our lives in gratitude because of that great news! Amen.

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One thought on “The Found

  1. The lost sheep in Jesus’ parable is like a sinner who has wandered far away from God. He feels lost and alone in the big, cold world. He thinks there is no shepherd to care for him. But in reality, the Good Shepherd—Jesus—is always looking for lost sinners, just like a shepherd keeps searching for runaway sheep. Then, when one of those sinners turns his heart away from sin and back to God, when He accepts the rescue that Jesus offers him, this parable says that all heaven celebrates.

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