What Does It Mean to be LOST?
Dr. Ernest L. Easley
Luke 15
Have you ever been lost? Years ago, when my sons were young teenagers, we went to Comanche, Texas on a deer hunt. We arrived late one night and headed straight to bed in preparation for an early start. When we awoke, we realized during the night, a heavy fog set in and when we walked outside, we couldn’t see twenty feet in any direction.
After a brief discussion, we decided to go ahead and walk to our deer blinds in hopes the fog would soon lift. Well, the fog didn’t lift but we weren’t going to let it stop us from hunting. So, the three of us walked through the fog to position ourselves for the morning hunt. I dropped my oldest son off at a familiar pond and then took his brother with me a few hundred yards to the base of a hill where a deer blind was located.
Time moves very slow when sitting in a deer blind in a dense fog not being able to see twenty feet in any direction. After a couple of hours, I decided to walk up to the top of the hill and along the ridge hoping to jump a buck. I left my son in the deer blind with a radio (that was before cell phones) so he could communicate with me and his brother. As I headed up the hill, I told him to wait for forty-five minutes, then walk back along the base of the hill toward the pond and I would meet him and his brother there.
Everything was going as planned. I reached the top of the hill, walked along the edge of it and then walked down it toward the pond. When I got to where I thought the pond was, somebody had moved the pond! I tried calling on the radio but there was no answer, so I decided to walk in the direction, I thought, of the camp. After a few minutes, I walked up on a deer blind I had never seen before. At that moment, I realized that somehow, I had crossed a property line and was on someone else’s property. Somehow, I walked down the wrong side of the hill. The fog was so dense, I couldn’t retrace my steps. In fact, I couldn’t e ...
Dr. Ernest L. Easley
Luke 15
Have you ever been lost? Years ago, when my sons were young teenagers, we went to Comanche, Texas on a deer hunt. We arrived late one night and headed straight to bed in preparation for an early start. When we awoke, we realized during the night, a heavy fog set in and when we walked outside, we couldn’t see twenty feet in any direction.
After a brief discussion, we decided to go ahead and walk to our deer blinds in hopes the fog would soon lift. Well, the fog didn’t lift but we weren’t going to let it stop us from hunting. So, the three of us walked through the fog to position ourselves for the morning hunt. I dropped my oldest son off at a familiar pond and then took his brother with me a few hundred yards to the base of a hill where a deer blind was located.
Time moves very slow when sitting in a deer blind in a dense fog not being able to see twenty feet in any direction. After a couple of hours, I decided to walk up to the top of the hill and along the ridge hoping to jump a buck. I left my son in the deer blind with a radio (that was before cell phones) so he could communicate with me and his brother. As I headed up the hill, I told him to wait for forty-five minutes, then walk back along the base of the hill toward the pond and I would meet him and his brother there.
Everything was going as planned. I reached the top of the hill, walked along the edge of it and then walked down it toward the pond. When I got to where I thought the pond was, somebody had moved the pond! I tried calling on the radio but there was no answer, so I decided to walk in the direction, I thought, of the camp. After a few minutes, I walked up on a deer blind I had never seen before. At that moment, I realized that somehow, I had crossed a property line and was on someone else’s property. Somehow, I walked down the wrong side of the hill. The fog was so dense, I couldn’t retrace my steps. In fact, I couldn’t e ...
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