I’ve gotten lost while hiking, walking, bicycling and, of course, driving. When someone tells me to get lost, my reply is usually, “I already have — many times.”
However, there is a different kind of lost. I was about 4 or 5 when got lost in a department store when my Mother bravely took my two brothers and me shopping.
I didn’t know I was lost. I was exploring the dark recesses of clothes racks when Mother tracked me down. It must have been with a mixture of worry, fear, anger and — eventually — relief that she found me. Fortunately, relief and joy prevailed at our reunion.
The other time was equally memorable. I lost an entire my entire high school band — brass, woodwinds, percussion, color guard, majorettes and director. We started young, so I was in fifth or sixth grade when we played at a Toronto Argonauts Canadian Football League football game. We were walking to the buses, when I turned my head to look at something. When I turned back, the band was gone.
I was in uniform and alone and toting a small tuba. I went through a gate and into a parking lot. I think I set a record in my age group for climbing over small fences while wearing a tuba. Desperation and fear were running neck and neck when I grounded a corner and there were our three band buses being loaded with kids and instruments. If I could have cartwheeled my way to the bus while wearing 25 pounds of brass, I was so happy I would have.
Both incidents have a common thread — God. There were times when I moved away from God in my late teens and 20s, but my parents never gave up praying for me. They might have been disappointed at times, but when I returned to faith, they were quietly joyful. God is even harder to lose track of than a marching band, but I managed. Imagine His love-filled joy when I found my way back.
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Even when we lose sight of God,
He never loses sight of us.
Tim Zyla can be reached at 570-644-6397 ext. 1341 or tim_z@newsitem.com.
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