The Lost

I was walking down a narrow but busy street to drop off an item for a Church member the other day. I had to park about a half a kilometer away. All of a sudden this little girl ran out of her house screaming "mama" with tears bursting from her eyes. She couldn't have been two years old and she was wearing nothing but slippers. She ran into the street and without scarcely thinking, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back just as a vehicle almost clipped her. She freaked out even more because I'm pretty sure a big white guy had never grabbed her arm before, but I needed to hold her so that she wouldn't get killed in her confusion and emotion. She was lost... or rather, she probably woke up in her house alone and was so startled and upset, that she went out to try and find her mother. The mom did show up a few long minutes later. She was carrying a bag of groceries. It appeared to me that she had left her daughter sleeping for just a few minutes and didn't anticipate what would happen.

To me, this represented the lost of the world. Those who don't know Jesus Christ. They pass us in the street all of the time, lost, dazed and confused, but we don't have the urgency to reach them, to care for them, to comfort them or to protect them. Maybe we forget the danger that they are in, the danger of becoming eternally lost.

My prayer for my own life and I hope will be your prayer too, is that we will become more sensitive to those who are lost... who need a relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ.

As with this little girl, I believe that we arrive at just the right place at the right time on a regular basis even though we may not know it. May the Lord open our eyes to see every opportunity to save the lives we come accross in this journey. In the end, our lifes work will be calculated by how many of the lost we saved before going to our eternal reward.