Once my housemate and I realized he was missing, we immediately went looking for him, of course. We traveled north, south, east and west, searching street after street and block after block. As night drew on, so did the unwelcome plummeting temperatures. The 70s became 60s and the 60s, 50s.
But! Our anxious journey was soon cushioned by the welcoming heated seats of my housemate's Mercedes Benz. After heating our seats to the individual temperature of choice, we adjusted them to our position of choice: elevated just over the dash board, slightly reclined, brought forward enough so our feet could rest at a comfortable angle below us. It was indeed the most luxurious search ride I had ever been on.
At one point during the ride, I began humming the tune Seeking the Lost, and I thought of the irony of what was happening. How often have we resolutely decided to seek the lost but wanted to do so without leaving the comfort of our churches, our homes, or our social group? Probably lots of times.
The problem is that you cannot adequately seek the lost from a position of comfort. The reason why the lost are not with you is because they are in some other place. You have to move from where you are--your area of comfort--and get out to look for them.
The following day, we did a bit of searching on foot which enabled us to look in little hidden alleys, behind bushes, obscured driveways. It was a much more thorough search.
We still didn't find him.
But on the third day, he rose. :) From where, we do not know. But he came back! And we are most relieved to have our kitty back where he belongs--in the safety of his home. Our home.
And what rejoicing there was when he returned!! (but that's another story...:)
I wonder if the lost are comfortable?
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