Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. What woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? —Luke 15.8
In the dark must, the dingy back alleys, under things, in dust, She is looking for you. She knows where to find you, even in the waste and scum of the city of all your plans gone bad, in the tumbled, shattered desert of your loneliness and exile, in the tangles and brambles of your shame, among the slot machines of your distractions, in the dense fog of your not even looking she knows where you are. You are not some dull penny for spending. You are her dowry, her treasure. You are worth your worth, and she will not give up on you. Always she is looking, always she is finding. The light you walk by is her lamp.
When, unthinking, an unsayable joy enters your heart it is her, having found you.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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