When I was a child, I travelled a lot. My family, along with a full ship’s crew, sailed on a tall ship all around the world. When I think back, I don’t remember ever being afraid at sea, even though there was potentially a lot to be afraid of at times. What I do remember being afraid of, however, was being parted from my parents in some part of the world and being left behind. I always liked to keep the masts of the ship in view and not stray too far away lest I was unable to find my way back. In life now, I still have that same fear. Not with parents, but with God. I understand that this life is short, like a short visit to a foreign country. There will come a time for each of us when we have to leave, and that may be sooner or later. But when that time comes, I want to be found close to God so that I am not left alone in death. As a parent I now understand that, if I had gotten lost, my parents would have searched tirelessly for me. They would have called my name and spared no effort or expense to find me. God came to us in Christ to redeem us back to him. He spared no expense for you. When we get lost, the heart of God searches for us and he calls out to us tirelessly. It is, therefore, never too late, to call out to him and have him gather you into his arms again.
Ask God to hold onto you and never let go.
Read Ecclesiastes 12:6-14
