Will I find it?
There are times I find myself looking for something that had eluded me.
In childhood, one of my favorite Saturday morning shows was “The Land of the Lost.”
In the story line, humans fell through a crack in space and time to the period and place where they had to exist with dinosaurs.
I am not sure where that crack is they fell through. I have never seen it but I have a feeling that it simply appears and disappears at will.
I currently have a line of socks sitting on my ironing board with no mates.
The crack seems to be drawn to my dryer. While I generally have liked wearing matching socks, I
am beginning to think that trend will have to change in order to stay ahead of the losses.
Perhaps it has a magnetism, the crack simply appears when something desires to escape its surroundings and find new adventures.
I don’t know where those little items get to that seem to take the trip.
Eventually, though they find their way back and usually just slightly off from their original position no worse for the wear.
I imagine though some of them could write a book that only the other in adamant objects could appreciate.
I have often placed the disappearances especially on items like car keys or things which delay departure as simply an angelical nudge to prevent some unknown course of action which would not have been in my best interest.
Even those times pass as the item reveals itself and the original desired departure occurs.
Sometimes I wonder if they are lost or are we.
Are we searching in vain in this world trying to find something that we do not really need?
Is the path that is promised that is ahead what we have really lost?
As we look upon recent events both here at home and abroad, sometimes I feel that we all have now fallen through that crack into the land of the lost. It seems that the dinosaurs have taken a different form but they still put our future at peril.
In the increasing sequence of velocity of the negative, I am pleased to see through the crack the reverberations of those who are seeking the Light of God’s love, being drawn into Revival at points reaching out initially from the crack that revealed itself at Asbury in Kentucky.
Perhaps this crack will widen and allow many more of the Lost to be found, perhaps the socks will find their match, the keys will reappear with destination fully ready to receive all those with a willing heart.
May our land become the center of such rejoicing in God’s gifts that no one resides in the land of the lost.
