Our sheep had twins the other day. Bilbo and Baggins.
Baggins she loved; Bilbo she rejected. By the time we recognized that she wasn’t feeding Bilbo, he was not a healthy wee thing. So we’ve been hand-rearing him and become rather attached to the little fella. Tonight I didn’t get home until 6:30, made his bottle up and went out to feed him only to find no Bilbo in the paddock!
Of course it had to be the day that Kevin had flown down to Christchurch so there was no help with looking! I put on the head lamp and started my search. I walked around all the paddocks, up the drive, up and down the road, into the neighbour’s property …calling his name. No Bilbo.
I was pretty upset thinking of him lost and hungry and lonely. I was praying that God would lead me to him and bring him back home. And then it hit me! A line in the prayer I wrote last night at The Gathering was ‘give me a burden for the lost.’ This burden I was feeling for Bilbo is the burden God wants us to have for his lost sheep. This prayer I was praying for Bilbo needs to become our prayer for those who are lost and hungry and lonely. “Lead me to the ‘lost sheep’ today Lord that you want to bring home”.
Remember the parable Jesus told: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbours together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
Bilbo’s not home yet. I’m having to trust God with him tonight.