Finding What Was Lost

I had a very Luke 15 kind of experience yesterday.  My sister has a cat that she and her son love very much.  This cat (Tomas) reminds us all of the cat we had growing up (Tom - a.k.a. Amor, Amorcito, Royalty Redhead).  Two orange and white, long haired cats with very laid back personalities.  Well, Tomas had been missing since Monday.  My sister checked the Humane Society, several vets, and many of her neighbors.  No Tom.

I didn't find out about Tom being missing until Wednesday, but as soon as I heard, I began to pray.  Now you may be thinking, "Praying for a missing cat to be found?  Really?  Don't you think God has better things to worry about?"  It's true.  There are many things more "important" than a missing cat.  But in the Gospels, Jesus says that not even a sparrow falls to the ground outside of the rule of God. 

Yesterday afternoon, my sister in law, my niece, and four nephews decided we'd go looking for Tomas.  Which way should we go left or right?  Right.  Let's look in the woods nearby.  No Tomas.  On our way back, I called out one last time, "Tomas, kitty, kitty!" 

"MEOW!" 

All seven of us exclaimed.  The kids started to go crazy.  We shushed them. 

"Tomas.  Kitty kitty."

"MEOW!"

Tomas was in the back yard of a neighbor in a trap that had been set to catch squirrels.  The trap was very small - squirrel sized.  Poor Tom had been in there since Monday with no food or water.  He was very glad to see us and we were very glad to see him too.  Our short walk back to my sister's home was full of laughter, tears, and shouts from the kids, as they rushed into the house to tell my sister the good news. 

In Luke 15 Jesus tells the story of the "lost sheep", the "lost coin", and what many folks call the "lost son."  In all three parables something lost is found resulting in great joy.  The final parable in the chapter focuses on a father who never stops looking for his son to return.  It is the seeking, searching, love of the Father that is actually highlighted in all three stories, and culminates in a shocking picture of shameless love with the parable of the Prodigal Son. 

I don't think it's going too far to say that the exuberance we experienced yesterday was holy.  God understands better than we what it's like to lose something precious, dearly loved, and find it again.  The season of Lent is a time to reorient ourselves to a God who came looking for us.  The lengths He went to to "find" us are - well, I'm not sure I have words to describe it.  I only know that I'm humbled, awed, and bowled over by the love and devotion of God who would not let me remain lost.