This post by Dean
This weekend I spent a few hours cleaning and looking everywhere I could for something that has little to no value to anyone else. Let me set this up for you. Stick with me.
One of my hobbies is playing guitar and I like pedals. I have enough pedals that I have a pedalboard and all my pedals are velcroed to it so I can carry them in one case and they won’t move. One brand of pedals I use are Boss pedals. They’re great (cheap and built like a tank) except they have a rubber bottom that the adhesive on the velcro doesn’t stick to so easily. My solution is to get different bottom plates to stick the velcro to.
Last week I bought a new (to me) pedal to replace a pedal already on my board. Since both are Boss pedals I switched the bottom plate over and put the new pedal on the board. Now I just need to get the original bottom plate for the old pedal, put it on, and sell it. Only problem is… I can’t find the stinkin’ bottom plate. To make matters worse, I discovered this pedal is a vintage pedal and worth about double to triple what I thought it was. That is if I have the original bottom plate. Without that bottom plate it’s not worth that much. What really stinks here is I planned on paying for the new (to me) pedal by selling the old pedal.
My choices are to hold onto a pedal I’m not using. Or I could sell it at a major loss. Neither of those solutions pays for my new pedal. Oh, and I have a rule. I pay for new pedals by selling old pedals. I like to sell the old pedals first because there’s not a lot of extra cash floating around my house. Hence looking for this plate.
Why am I telling you this? I couldn’t help but think about the parable Jesus tells about the Lost Coin in Luke 15:8-10.
Or what woman, if she has ten silver coins and loses one coin, does not light a lamp and seep the house and search carefully until she fines it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin which I had lost!’ In the same way, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angles of God over one sinner who repents.
I’ve read and taught that parable too many times to count. With all of my reading… and all of my teaching… I have never connected with it the way I did this weekend. It’s still bugging me that I can’t find that plate. It’s consuming me in just about every free moment. I’m wondering where else I could look. And let me tell you, if I could find it I would celebrate.
I had to ask myself if I’ve ever obsessed this way with someone who is lost. The answer is yes. Do I do it all the time? No. Can I even say I’ve been consumed like this in the last six months? No. I hate to give that answer.
I guess this is a bit more of a confession blog.
Now that I know the problem I have to find a solution. Here’s what I’m doing about it. First I’m going to start praying again that God would give me His perspective on this. That I would care about each person the way He does. I am also actively praying for some people in my life who aren’t followers of Jesus. Lastly, I’m asking God to remind me what’s valuable. It’s funny, that bottom plate isn’t valuable to very many people. Most would see it and not give it a second look. Some (maybe my wife) would look at it and think it’s trash and throw it out. She says she didn’t by I’m not so sure about that. Regardless, the point is others don’t see the value but I do. I need to remind myself of each person’s value as I go through the day.
That’s the steps I’m taking. If you’ve come to similar realizations I’d be interested to read what you’ve done.