I almost threw it away -- the last cheerio in the bag. It was surrounded by oat dust and I actually had to dip my arm into the bag to extract it. As I did, I thought of Christ, the Good Shepherd, going back for the 100th sheep.
Whether that sheep was surrounded by wolves, teetering on the edge of canyon, or trapped in a thicket -- Jesus goes the distance to go back for the one.
Jesus came back for me. You. Pastors. Teenagers at Sunday School. The sick and the broken. The drug addict, sex addict, work addict. The atheist, narcissist, philosopher, He goes back for each us. That's worth remembering and pausing in worship.
Come with me as we grow in fellowship with each other and our Savior to whom belongs the Amazing Escape from sin and death and the Amazing Journey into glorious life.