Nothing crazy happened.

I didn’t have a radical experience.

I was just driving along in my car.

That’s the thing about God. He can get to you anywhere and at any time.

See, I’ve been a hypocrite. Who hasn’t, right?

I’ve preached and pleaded for people to care about the lost, those who are far from God. What I really meant was invite them to church and I’ll do the evangelizing.

Then I thought about Luke 15. I hadn’t read Luke 15 in a long time, but if you’re churched enough it kind of sticks with you. It’s a trilogy of lost things: a sheep, a coin, and a son.

• God is the one who leaves the 99 sheep to find the 1 lost sheep.
• God is the one who turns the house upside down to find 1 lost coin and then calls and mass texts everybody in His contact list to invite them to rejoice with Him. (And there are lots of emojis)
• God is the one who grabs the bottom of His garment and runs shamelessly to embrace the son who once was lost but now is found. And then He throws a party that makes the Kardashians look like toothless kids having a tea party.

He’s the God of the lost. He wants the never-been-here and the used-to-be-here souls.

I can’t be near to God and not have a heart for people far from God. That has been my hypocrisy for too long.