Luke 15:1-7 · The Parable of the Lost Sheep
The Lost and Found Sheep
Luke 15:1-7
Sermon
by James W. Moore
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He called himself Father Gabriel. He was a “self-proclaimed” modern-day prophet of God. He came to the town… where we were living… in the early 1980’s.

He set up shop in a store-front and announced pompously that he had special gifts from God… which no other living person in the world possessed. With TV and radio spots, with Billboards and newspaper ads, he proclaimed boldly that all who followed him and put their faith in him and joined this church would be blessed with great wealth and perfect health. The great wealth, he said, would come quickly to all those who joined his Father Gabriel Prosperity Plan.

To assure your place in the Prosperity Plan, all you had to do was pay 100 dollars down and then send in 20 dollars per week to keep you in one prosperity plan. When you paid your money, Father Gabriel would go into his special prayer chapel and pray for you… and then very, very soon great wealth (out of the blue) would come into your life.

To promote his prosperity plan, Father Gabriel would produce radio and TV spots where people would announce that they had joined the prosperity plan and one week later after Father Gabriel prayed for them they received a check for $100,000 in the mail from the estate of a distant relative… or they went on a quiz show and won $50,000… or they found $75,000 buried in their own backyard.

Even though it all sounded like a hoax (and later was proven to be just that)… still hundreds and hundreds of people fell for this and rushed to sign up and send in their money prompting one cynic to say:

“I don’t know if the Prosperity Plan works for everybody, but it’s working mighty well for Father Gabriel!”

Father Gabriel promised that all of his followers would not only have great wealth but also great health. The great health would come he said from his special healing powers that only he possessed. With a single touch and a simple prayer, he had the power to make you well. Furthermore, he announced that those who followed him would have no need of doctors or hospitals or medicines anymore… and that if any one of his members went to a doctor or took any kind of medicine (rather than coming to him) that person would be “kicked out” of his church immediately. Of course, there was a charge for the healing.

Most people in town were very suspicious of Father Gabriel and thought he was nothing more than a charlatan, a sham, “a fly-by-night-take-the-money and run con man.” Their suspicions proved to be right on target because… two years later Father Gabriel was arrested in another city. Weeks before, in the middle-of-the night he had taken off with thousands and thousands of dollars he had bilked out of innocent, naïve, gullible people. He had made off with prosperity plan money, with get well quick money, and with money they had given him to build a magnificent, new church.

One of Father Gabriel’s innocent victims was a member of the Methodist Church I was serving at the time. Her name was Helen. Helen and her sister, Jane, were wonderful people and dedicated members of my church. They were both in their mid-sixties at the time. They were both widows… and after their husbands had died, they moved in together to share expenses and to take care of each other.

One Sunday morning, I saw Jane in church alone. Helen was not with her. After the service, Jane said to me:

“Jim, I’m so worried about Helen. She’s gotten tied in with that Father Gabriel, I think he’s a fake, but Helen can’t see it. That store-front of his is just down the street from our house… and she was curious. I begged her not to go down there. I tried my best to warn her… but that Father Gabriel is a smooth talker with all those promises… and he duped her and kept her coming back and little by little she swallowed it all, hook, line and sinker… and Jim, it breaks my heart, she went and joined that church (or whatever it is)… and she’s giving him all kinds of money.”

Some weeks later Jane called me in a panic. “Jim, Helen fainted at work this morning. They called 9-1-1. The ambulance took her to the hospital. Her appendix was about to rupture. She’s in surgery now. I got her to the hospital as fast as I could. I’m really worried about her.”

“I’m on my way,” I said to Jane. When I got there, Jane and I prayed a prayer together and then we waited. Soon, the doctor came out. He smiled and said:

“It was a close call, but she’s going to be fine. The ambulance got her here just in time. Much later we would have lost her. The surgery went well… she will recover nicely.”

“Thank God,” Jane said. “Helen started having some stomach pains last week. I tried to get her to the doctor, but NO… she went instead to that Father Gabriel. I wish he had never come to town.”

Well, thankfully, the doctor was right. Helen did recover nicely and quickly and a few days later Jane and I checked her out of the hospital and took her home. Helen was glad to see me there at the hospital, but she seemed uneasy and embarrassed in my presence. We had only been in the house a few minutes when the phone ran. Helen answered it. Shortly, she hung up and began to cry softly.

“That was Father Gabriel,” she said. “He kicked me out of the church. He said I had disobeyed him, that I went to the hospital and relied on doctors and their medicines and that was blatant disobedience of him and his laws.”

I tried to tell him that I passed out. I didn’t call the ambulance. He told me, “that’s no excuse and he never, ever wants to see me again.”

She cried some more. Jane and I hugged her and at the same time we said, “Helen, forget about him, come on back to the Methodist Church. Come on back home.”

Helen looked right into my eyes” and said: “Jim, I’m so ashamed. I’m so embarrassed. How could I have been so foolish and so gullible? I want to come back to our church, but I don’t know how the people at the church feel about me now or how they will treat me after what I’ve done and after the silly way I have acted.”

And, I said, “Helen, they will treat you like you have never been away.”

But, actually, I understated it! The very next Sunday, the people of our church did even better! They treated her like the guest of honor at a great homecoming celebration. They hugged her and kissed her and patted her and complimented her. They acted like they had waited all year long for just this moment… to say with joy and thanksgiving and relief, “Welcome Home, Helen.”

You know where they learned that don’t you? They learned it at Church, at Sunday School. They learned it from Jesus. They learned it from this Parable of the Lost Sheep in Luke 15.

Like the Lost Sheep, Helen had just wandered off, just drifted away … and when she was found and brought home, there was – a great sigh of relief, a great prayer of thanksgiving, and a great celebration… because this beloved and precious sheep was lost… and now she was found and was safely back with the flock.

In Luke 15, Jesus is painting his best picture of what God is like… and what God wants us to be like. In this parable, Jesus is showing us dramatically three great things about God and His love.

1. First, that god’s Love is inclusive and that God wants us to be inclusive in our loving.
2. Second, that God’s Love is forgiving and that God wants us to be forgiving in our loving.
3. And third, that God’s Love is sacrificial and that God wants us to be sacrificial in our loving.

And, by the way, that is also precisely what Holy Communion is about.

ChristianGlobe Networks, Inc., Collected Sermons, by James W. Moore