I am supposed to go golfing tomorrow morning with my brother and some other friends. It has been about 3 months since the last time I went golfing, and I went out to get my clubs and I can’t find them. I looked in every square inch in every building, corner, closet, attic, car trunk, under the beds, in the boats, every conceivable place I can think of at least 3 times each, and they have disappeared. The problem with going golfing once each 3 or 4 months is I can’t remember where I put them after the last time I went. I guess I will have to borrow some from the other guys I am golfing with. You know how it is when you lose something and you can’t find it, you get more and more frustrated, and then the frustration turns to irritation, and then someone says something about if I were more organized this wouldn’t happen, and then I get angry. 😤 Now I am sitting down writing this blog, and talking myself back into being cool and calm. It kind of reminds me of the story Jesus tells about a lady who loses a coin and sweeps the whole house and finally finds it, and then He declares that He has come into the world to seek And save the lost, those who are spiritually lost. To be spiritually lost means you don’t have a relationship with God through Jesus Christ. You don’t know Him, love Him, serve Him, follow Him, you aren’t guided by Him, and you won’t live with Him forever after you die. Jesus left heaven, stripped Himself of all that He was as God, and died on a cross so lost people could be found. Many refuse to come to Jesus, they hide, as it were, from being found. I wonder how frustrating that is for Jesus?