“H
|
ow
long do I have to clean my room, mom?”
Now you know when you ask a question like that the answer just can’t be
good! “Until it is clean”, she always
replied. I told you the answer would not
be good. In fact, I hated this answer
because it meant I would be in my room a long time, and from the looks of the clutter
under my bed and in my closet, I would be there until doomsday!
The
lesson my mom was trying to teach me with that little word until was the
importance of carrying a task through to completion no matter how long it
took. Had she told me fifteen minutes, I
would have worked for that amount of time and stopped, regardless of the
condition of my room. Some things cannot
be measured in time.
This
is the lesson found in Luke 15:1-7, “Now the tax collectors and
"sinners" were all gathering around to hear him. But the Pharisees
and the teachers of the law muttered, "This man welcomes sinners and eats
with them." Then Jesus told them this parable: "Suppose one of you
has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not 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 neighbors 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.”
We
know this passage as the story of the lost sheep, a parable Jesus told to
illustrate God’s great love for those who are lost. The attitude of the Pharisees and teachers of
the law is still prevalent today.
Everybody, it seems, is a far worse sinner than we are and the sins they
have committed make ours look like children’s pranks. But the irony is, that while we are busy
pointing out the fact that everyone else is a sinner, we neglect to include
ourselves in the group. Everybody
listening to Jesus’ voice that day was a sinner. There are only two groups of people, those in
Christ, and those outside of Christ.
There is no middle ground!
But
if we read very closely we will find that little word, until. How did this shepherd search for that one
lost sheep? Just how long is until? Is it measured in minutes, hours, days or
weeks? Does it have a measure? That is a
great question. We read this parable as
if the shepherd were gone a few hours at the most. But what if he were gone for weeks, months or
even years? What if it took a
lifetime? That puts a very different perspective
on things, doesn’t it?
We
must also notice that when the shepherd found the sheep, he put it on his
shoulders and went home. How long did he carry that sheep? He carried it until he arrived safely home.
In other words, he searched until he found and he carried it until the sheep
was back in the fold. The shepherd
carried that sheep for the same amount of time he spent searching for it. Both are simply covered by the word, until.
What
a beautiful illustration this is of God’s love for us. His love for us is not measured in minutes,
hours, days, weeks, or years. His love
for us is measureless and his grace toward us is boundless. How long is until? How far is it? We’ll have to wait until we arrive safely home to find out!
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