Luke 15:1-7 · The Parable of the Lost Sheep
The Lost And Found Collection
Luke 15:1-7
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by Bill Bouknight
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Every place where the public gathers has to have a lost and found collection. The church is no exception. Worshippers are always leaving things. We have volunteers at Christ Church who tidy up the worship areas after each service. They bring me interesting things they find.

Often they find notes written on bulletins. Surely these were not written during sermon times. A typical message will say something like, “Don’t you think Beth is cute?” or “Go Vols!” Occasionally we find a bulletin with a beautifully drawn tiger paw across the front. I liked this note written by a worshipper: “That sermon sure did grip me.” He did misspell “grip.” He spelled it “g-r-i-p-e,” but it was a nice thought just the same.

Umbrellas are left quite often. If folks must leave them, I wish they would leave nice ones. Occasionally in a pinch, our staff has to use one of those lost umbrellas.

And, of course, people leave Bibles at church. That’s a shame, because going out into the world without your Bible is like a soldier going off to war without his M-16 rifle.

“Lost and found”—those were categories that Jesus used. Indeed, Jesus said that his own purpose was “to seek and to save the lost.” (Luke 19:10) Jesus said that everybody is in one of those two categories. The lost are those who have not yet responded to God’s unique love-message sent through Jesus Christ. The found are those folks who have responded. How does one respond? By admitting that one is a sinner and by trusting in the living Christ as Savior and Lord.

In Luke 15 we have a simple little story told by Jesus. “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep, “ the story began, “and loses one of them.” Just one out of one hundred seems almost insignificant. But the group of Americans represented by that lost sheep is very large, actually a majority. The sociologist George Barna estimates that 200 million Americans are not in a personal, saving relationship with Jesus Christ. Worldwide, some 1.7 billion people have never even heard the gospel. (1) Even in a Bible belt city like Memphis, at least 50 percent of the population is lost.

There are some pastors who never warn people that they are lost. I suppose these pastors hope that God is a permissive, indulgent grandfatherly type who will finally let everybody slide into heaven. But the Bible does not depict such a God. God does not grade on the curve; he grades on the cross.

Do you remember Lewis Grizzard, the author and columnist for the Atlanta Constitution? Lewis paved the way for people like Jeff Foxworthy and others who deal in redneck humor. Lewis grew up in Moreland, Georgia, attending the Moreland Methodist Church. Lewis said (hopefully, tongue in cheek) that he always wanted to meet three special people who could solve all his problems. First, he wanted to meet a physician who would tell him that it was okay to smoke. Lewis loved smoking almost as much as he loved his Georgia Bulldogs. Then, said Lewis, he wanted to meet an accountant who would tell him that two plus two equals four or five or fix or whatever he wanted it to equal. Lewis said that he would allow that accountant to take care of his tax returns. Then, said Lewis, he wanted to meet a minister who would tell him that it did not matter what he believed or how he behaved because he was going to heaven anyway. Lewis said that he finally met such a minister, but he could not believe him. Why? Because he remembered all the truthful sermons he had heard at Moreland Methodist Church.

The truth is that everybody is either lost or found. There are only two places where one can spend eternity—heaven or hell.

One day when I stand before Jesus and render accountability, I don’t want him to look at me and say, “Bill, do you remember John Smith in your Myrtle Beach congregation? He’s not here. Didn’t you warn him? Didn’t you tell him how to get here?”

In Jesus' parable, why did the sheep get lost? It was not angry with the shepherd or the other sheep. The sheep was just interested in the business at hand, which was eating grass. He ate a little bit here, then a little bit there; then he eased around a hillside and past a little valley. This went on for quite a while. The grass was good. The sheep never thought to check on the shepherd or the other sheep. Then suddenly it occurred to the sheep that darkness was falling. He looked up…no shepherd or other sheep was in sight. He was lost.

Folks stray away from God the same way. Not because they hate God. Most are not angry with the preacher or the other church members. Most just get distracted and wander away.

Some buy season tickets to support their favorite team. So, for three or four months they are AWOL when God’s people gather for worship. Then they find it very difficult to become regular worshippers again.

Some buy a vacation home or a recreational vehicle. Then it becomes easy to be on the road rather than in worship when the weekend rolls around. Many people who stray away from church also stray away from God.

Sometimes the demands of work separate a person from the Good Shepherd. It becomes tempting to work over the weekends, or to catch a flight out on Saturday night to save a little money. Because of time constraints, one begins to drop out of Sunday School, then out of church-related ministries, and then out of worship too. Simultaneously, one often drifts away from the Good Shepherd. That’s how we modern sheep stray from the Master.

Then suddenly darkness comes. Something happens which highlights our spiritual lostness. A parent dies, and one feels totally inadequate to deal with the grief.

Or a son becomes addicted to illegal drugs and the parents seem unable to help him get free.

Or the kids leave home, and suddenly the house seems unbearably empty, as though the marriage no longer has any reason for being.

The former CEO of General Electric, Jack Welch, has written his autobiography. In it he describes some of his brilliant recipes for corporate success. But in over 400 pages he never shares a single spiritual insight. He tells us everything else about himself— his hobbies, his vacation spots, even his surgeries, but not a word about his spiritual life. Concerning his first marriage, he writes, “Carolyn and I had been having difficulty in our marriage for many years. Through all my GE years, I was the ultimate workaholic…it was difficult and painful, but we divorced amicably after 28 years of marriage.” (2)

I almost wanted to talk back and say, “Jack, do you suppose that if there had been a shared spiritual dimension in your lives, the marriage might have been saved?”

Lots of Americans are extremely successful today, but are absolutely clueless when it comes to spiritual truth. They do not have a personal relationship with God.

Jesus said, “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.” (Luke 15:4)

When I was a boy growing up in York, South Carolina, one of my friends had three or four sheep. These were pets that grazed in his large fenced-in back yard. They were affectionate animals and were utterly defenseless. A sheep cannot even make much noise, and certainly cannot run fast. My friend’s sheep were killed, one by one, by domestic dogs that came at night, sensing how defenseless the sheep were.

Perhaps the Bible does not flatter us by calling us sheep; but, as usual, the Bible is right on target. We are utterly helpless, morally and spiritually, when cut off from Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd. The devil has a hundred ways to attack us. His basic strategy is simple: keep us out of church, out of the Bible, and out of prayer.

In Jesus’ story, what did the shepherd do? He searched for the lost sheep. That’s what Jesus did. He went out on the highways and hillsides and down by the sea where people were. He found a Samaritan woman by Jacob’s well. He found Zaccheus up in a sycamore tree. He found blind Bartimaeus by the roadside in Jericho. He found one mentally deranged fellow in a cemetery. Jesus sought them out.

There are millions of lost sheep in America. Some are probably here this morning. Millions of youth and adults are dissatisfied and searching for something more meaningful to live for than bigger houses, fatter paychecks, trimmer bodies, more erotic affairs, and extended leisure time. Millions are yearning for joy, peace, and fulfillment. That recipe for the good life comes from Jesus alone. He said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.” (John 14:27)

In closing let me tell you the parable of Gris Gato. Gris Gato was the pampered pet of a family in a former church of mine. Gris Gato is Spanish for “grey cat.” He was huge, with long hair, obviously with a lot of Persian in him. He was the undisputed head of the house. He would let people pet him occasionally if he was in the mood, but it was clear that he was doing you a favor. If you sat in his chair he would fix you with such a stare of utter disdain that you would feel ashamed and move. The amazing thing is that this thoroughly domesticated cat had been utterly wild for the first two years of his life. He lived in the woods behind the house of his eventual owners, the Thomas family. He would not let any person get near him.

Then one day the family noticed that the elusive cat was hurt. He was sort of dragging his hindquarters as he crossed the yard. Obviously he had been hit by a car or had tangled with a really big dog. But even then he would not let anyone get near him. The family had to trap him, using fish as the smelly lure. They trapped that cat and with great difficulty took him to the vet. After about three or four days, Mr. Thomas called the vet to ask about the cat. The vet said, “The cat is responding well to treatment. You can pick him up tomorrow.” Mr. Thomas asked, “How much will the bill be?” The vet told him it would be $250. “Wait a minute,” said Mr. Thomas. “That cat does not even belong to us. I can’t pay that much. I’ll be glad to make a contribution but you’ll just have to send that cat on to the city pound.”

But Mr. Thomas’s 12-year-old daughter had been listening to that conversation. With tears in her eyes, she said, “Dad, I want to ask you something. If one of us got hurt and had to go to the hospital, and if it cost a lot to take care of us, would you just send word to the hospital to just get rid of us because you wouldn’t pay the bill?”

Mr. Thomas called up the vet and said he would pay the bill and take the cat. They brought him home and named him Gris Gato. Over the ensuing months the cat was subjected to a shameful amount of pampering and indulgence. The cat was spoiled rotten. Gris Gato became the most satisfied cat in all of Christendom. That cat did absolutely nothing to deserve the good life. In fact, he had tried his best to avoid people. Nevertheless, he was ambushed by the good life.

I really can identify with old Gris Gato. Maybe you can too. The grace I have received was not deserved. On numerous occasions I have indicated to God that I didn’t want to live by his rules. At times I have used people instead of loving them. At times the almighty dollar has ruled my life. Occasionally my language has been shameful. I have despised a number of people.

But God did not give up on me. He sought me just as the Thomas family sought for old Gris Gato. God did everything he could to show me his love, but he would not trap me. God did everything to reach me except to take away my freedom to say no.

There are many things I don’t know. For example, I don’t fully understand women even after having been married to a wonderful one for 38 years. But this I know—Jesus Christ has made a huge difference in my life. There is joy in my soul so deep that it must have come from God. I am more certain that I have been forgiven than I am that it’s hot in Memphis in the summertime. I know that I am heaven-bound. When I reach the doors of eternity, nobody is going to pull my record or ask if I am good enough to enter heaven. In fact, I’m not good enough. But the keeper of the gate will find my name in the Book of Life and will declare, “Let him pass; he is sponsored by Jesus!” In other words, though I once was lost, now I’m found.

Jesus’ story has a gloriously happy ending. “When the shepherd finds the lost sheep, 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.’” Then Jesus added: “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 did not need to repent.”

Are you lost or found? Today you can make sure that you are among the found.


(1) Barna, George, Evangelism That Works, (Regal: Ventura, California, 1995), p. 22

(2) Welch, Jack, Jack-Straight from the Gut, (Warner: New York, 2001), p. 146.

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