A Note From
When I was 3 years old, I made an unexpected journey. My mom put me down for a nap but I decided I had better things to do. A tantalizing adventure was "ripe for the picking"
Outside my bedroom window, I saw a ladder leaning up against the house and on to the roof. My father had left it there the day before.
Who could resist that? I mean, I'm the ripe old age of 3, and there's a whole world to conquer. Another little fact to mention in this adventure is that it seems I could not have cared less that I did not have ANY clothes on. In the buff.... Free at last!!
So I climbed out the window, up the ladder and up to the roof. The world was at my fingertips. The cars, the traffic, the people walking down the sidewalk, I must've felt invincible peering down on God's beautiful creation.
My mom eventually realized that she had an escaped convict on her hands.
She frantically rushed around the house screaming my name then made her way outside. I saw her "plain as day" below me and just continued to stare at the top of her head.
I stood silent. I could not jeopardize my new found freedom or the progress I was making on my full body tan.
Finally, an electrician, who just happened to be working on the power-lines in front of the house yelled down, "ma'am, are you looking for a little boy?" She said in desperation "YES". He replied, "he's above you on the roof looking at you" Darn, I was discovered.
I don't think I got a spanking, But I do know that there was joy. The joy of a son being found. The joy of a little lost sheep on a journey that was clueless of consequences, of danger and disobedience. Clueless of pain and embarrassment.
Clueless of the grief imposed on someone that loved and desired to protect. But ya know, I was found!
"And when he finds it, 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. I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven."