September 16, 2007
Get Lost
by Donald Hoffman
Luke 15:1-10
Did you hear the coyotes this week? Theyre bold and brassy; they come right into town and argue with the dogs; and they can send shivers up and down your spine. Some folks here have told me they like the sound of coyotes. For them Ill just say, stop thinking of yourself as a big, strong human inside a big, strong house, and start imagining you are a little, helpless sheep
wandering around in the big, dangerous outdoors. Do coyotes still sound good? How many sheep do you imagine use a coyote howl as their cell phone ringtone? How many congregations of lambs use a coyote chorus as their favorite hymn?
Luke chapter 15 is all about being lost. At the beginning its a lost sheep. In the middle its a lost coin. At the end its a lost child. And just like all other preachers, Ive done sermon after sermon about all of them. Ive looked at what its like to be the rescued sheep, carried home on Gods shoulder and made the guest of honor. Ive looked at what its like to be the 99 abandoned sheep, huddled together on the hilltop, listening to the howling coyotes, wondering why God seems to value the stray more than us. Ive even told you that we all need to turn ourselves into shepherds and go everywhere looking for lost sheep to rescue.
Today its time for a different angle. What do you think the coyotes are really saying? I wonder if maybe theyre replaying an old tune weve heard since we were little. You remember: The big kids were playing a fascinating game. I dont know whether they were playing it outside with bats and balls or inside with Playstations and Gameboys. Maybe the attraction of the game wasnt so much the game itself
as being included, being a part of the fun, being a part of the group. We bounced up and down on our toes, and we said, Let me play! Let me play!
What did the big kids say back? Get lost! Youre too little for this game. Get lost! Go play on the highway! Get lost! Then they played tricks on us: I think I hear your mommy calling you. Cover your eyes and count to 100,
while they disappeared for the rest of the day. Abandoned to the coyotes!
Get lost! It made a sore spot, deep inside where the doctor cant find it, but its there. Even when we got bigger, and we really were part of the group, and we were telling the new generation of little kids, Get lost,
it was still there.
Oh, fellas! remember being a teenager, when you really, really, really wanted to date that incredibly gorgeous girl?
Get lost!
I know were grownups now, and that sore has scabbed over, but we still remember it, and every now and then the scab sloughs off and we feel all that pain as if it were brand new. Get lost! Youre too little, youre too stupid, youre too slow, youre too ordinary! Pretty soon we stop thinking of ourselves as lost and start thinking of ourselves as losers.
I even wonder sometimes if the one sheep left the 99 others because someone said, Get lost! It happens in school.
It happens in families.
It happens in churches.
Get lost!
The fact is, every single one of us in this room, every person on this planet
has been told sometime: Get lost! Maybe not in those exact words. Maybe not even with words at all, but voice tone and body language and not returning phone calls. And the pain of that command, and the power of that command still resonate inside us: Get lost.
Getting lost is easy; its getting found thats hard. One of the on-line web sites I look at posted a list of things that dont always work as advertised. One of them was a stud finder. After I picked through the obvious sexual jokes,
I got to the real problem:
You remodel your house, build a wall with 2x4 studs, cover them with drywall, tape it and paint it,
and then you decide to hang a heavy picture. You cant just pound a nail any old place. It wont hold. You want to drive that nail into one of the studs. How are you going to do that? The 2x4 studs are lost under all that other stuff.
So you go to the hardware store and buy a little gizmo called a stud finder, and bring it home and run it over the wall, and just like magic it finds the stud.
Only most of the time it doesnt! Getting lost is easy. Getting found is hard.
You all know who Robert Fulghum is: hes the fellow who became a famous writer by admitting he never learned anything after kindergarten.
Robert Fulghum tells a story about a kid in his
neighborhood who was so good at playing hide
and seek that the other kids
could never find
him. Sooner or later they would give up, and
the kid would grow tired of hiding and would
come out angry that the others didnt keep
looking for him.
One day Fulghum
looks out his window and
sees this kid hide under a big pile of leaves. Ten
minutes go by and no one finds him.
30
minutes and still the kid is hiding. Fulghum opens
his window, and just yells Kid, get found! The kid
jumps up and runs home.
[from a sermon by
Fred Kane, who credits Charles Rush for finding the story.]
Well, maybe getting found was easy for that child, but for most of us its hard. Get lost! that was easy. Get found! is a whole lot harder. Maybe we cant even do it for ourselves. Maybe we stop thinking of ourselves as lost and start thinking of ourselves
as losers. Maybe there are even people in churches--well, not Creston!--but some church, somewhere, where they feel like theyve spent their whole lives in the church and prayed and tithed and preached and witnessed and worked in homeless shelters and built habitats for humanity,
and yet somehow they feel that God hasnt yet found them. Its not that Im lost, its that Im a loser. Too much of a loser even for God. Ive been told Get lost so many times that whole chunks of me are missing, my history, my self-esteem, my soul, my humanity, and all the kings horses and all the kings men, and God, too, are scrambling around trying to pick up the pieces, and not finding much. Its not that Im lost, but that Im a loser. Not even God can help.
A minister acquaintance, Paul Lutz, sees a T-shirt, and on the back it says, Jesus Is for Losers. At first he thinks its a put-down, someone who decided they were too cool to be associated with religion, and then he sees the fine print underneath, a Bible reference in parentheses, a verse from Luke: For the Son of Man came to seek out and to save the lost. [Luke 19:10. My guess as to the citation.]
Jesus is for losers. God is in the lost-and-found business. In fact God specializes in lost-and-found. Jesus came to seek out and save the lost. So what if we feel like the sock pushed to the back of the sock drawer because it lost its mate? Jesus specializes in putting things back together. So what if we feel like the jigsaw puzzle, stuck in the attic because it lost too many pieces? God specializes in restoring that which was lost. So what if weve been told Get lost so many times we think of ourselves as losers. Jesus is for losers.
The story of the lost sheep, the lost coin, are not just about those people outside the church building, contrasted with us inside. Its also about all the parts of ourselves that are lost, about our own feelings of desolation and desertion and abandonment. And it is a promise that we can never get too lost, we can never get too far away, we can never be so much of a loser that Jesus cant find us. Jesus can always find us.
Imagine the classic western movie: a dusty street; board walks on the side; wooden buildings with false fronts; tumbleweeds blowing across the desolation. And we are standing in the middle of all that. The movie camera seems to be looking down at us from a blimp, high above, and as it pulls back, it reveal that were all alone in the middle of that empty town in the middle of that empty prairie.
Now bring up the soundtrack with some lonely-sounding coyote music: [whistle] doodi-doodi-doo-oo-oo-oo.
And then, all of a sudden--just as quickly as Dorothy stepping out of her gray Kansas house into the Technicolor beauty of the land of Oz--we are surrounded by crowds of well-wishers, flags waving, bands playing, confetti dropping; and we realize that we are the guests of honor of the biggest parade in the world; and Jesus is walking right along beside us, holding our hand, and saying, Look here, everybody! This is my friend who was told to get lost and now is found! We have to celebrate!
Hah! Coyotes!
Who cares?
(Comments to Don at crestnch@televar.com.)
Creston Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), Creston, WA, USA