In Luke 15:4-6, Jesus tells a parable about a shepherd who loses one of his sheep.
We’ve got our own version.
About a month ago, one of our children misplaced his precious lamb that he slept every night with. This lamb may have been worn down, shorn (yes. as in sheared. by his “shepherd.” with shears.), and a bit dirty.
But he was loved.
The shepherd boy loved his lamb. So he looked and looked everywhere in our home. But he could not find his precious “Lamby.”
And he slept, albeit uneasily, until after a couple of weeks, he got used to not sleeping with his little lamb.
But the boy’s father was not satisfied.
So he looked and looked, in every corner of his son’s room and every corner of the house.
But he too could not find his son’s precious lamb.
And so, as a last resort, the boy’s father pulled out a last-ditch measure, purchased on eBay many, many months ago for just this sort of disaster.
But the son was not much pleased, for this “New Lamby” (aka “Fat Lamby”) bore only faint resemblance to his beloved and worn little Lamby.
But after a few days, he began to grow used to the new version. For ’tis better to have a small, huggable stuffy to sleep with than nothing at all.
Then lo and behold, one morning, this morning, as the boy was looking for something to wear in his room, he came upon a crumpled up shirt on the floor under his bed.
And he picked up the shirt, and discovered what was lost, wrapped up inside the shirt.
His precious Lamby was found.
And lo, there was much rejoicing.
Epilogue: “New Lamby” has now gone into “deep storage” in case Lamby is once again misplaced and/or lost.