Ninety-nine cents and maybe you’re missing a penny, but it’s okay. Close enough to a dollar, yes? There’s probably one under the floor-mats in your car or in the center drawer of your desk or even just on the sidewalk outside.
Just one lost. No sweat.
And the world tells us that we are that penny. We are that sticky, tarnished penny. The world tells us we are just one. That we don’t matter. That even on our best, rock-hard-awesome days, we matter for maybe a fleeting moment. We get our 15 minutes of fame, or 30 if we’re lucky, and it is done. We are done. The world tells us that we are done. We are only one.
If the world were a shepherd and the world had a flock of 100 sheep, one lost would not matter. There’s a lost sheep. Just one. 99 are still there and that’s the majority of the flock.
Our world, if it were a shepherd . . . our world cares not for the one if it’s simple. We care not for the one, unless that one has something to offer us. What can you do for me? If it’s something, you matter. If it’s nothing, you don’t. Is that one lost sheep growing neon-glitter wool? Nope? Never mind, then. Worthless.
You’re just one, the world shepherd says to the one lost sheep. No sweat.
In Matthew 18, God is likened to a good shepherd. A good shepherd with 100 sheep in the flock, until one goes missing. He’ll look and look and look some more. And when he finds it? He rejoices. That’s the kind of good shepherd our God is.
The world doesn’t care when we are lost. But not Christ. And because of that, because he rejoices when he finds us, His one little lost sheep, we can trust Him.
It makes no sense by the world’s standards. Seek out the one lost sheep? No way. Not worth the time. Brush it off. But not Christ.
Because Christ cares for us, even in our worst, even when we are lost, in Him we can safely place our trust.
To Christ, we are not just one. You matter. I matter. We matter. To Christ, we are everything. You are everything. I am everything. We are everything.
And because He cares about us so infinitely much, we can trust Him with our lives. With our hearts. With our everything. Because we are not just one to Him, we can trust him with all we have.
(Sheep drawing? Mine, obviously.)