By this time a lot of men and women of doubtful reputation
were hanging around Jesus, listening intently.
The Pharisees and religion scholars were not pleased,
not at all pleased.
They growled, “He takes in sinners and eats meals with them,
treating them like old friends.”
Their grumbling triggered this story.
“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one.
Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness
and go after the lost one until you found it?
When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing,
and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying,
‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’
Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over
one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue.
“When the night is bad and my nerves are shattered
and the waves break over the sides, Infinity speaks.
God Almighty shares through His Son
the depth of His feelings for me,
His love flashes into my soul,
and I am overtaken by mystery.
These are moments of the decisive in-break of God’s fury into my personal life’s story.
“It is then I face a momentous decision. Shivering in the rags of my seventy-four years,
I have two choices. I can escape below into skepticism
and intellectualism, hanging on for dear life.
Or, with radical amazement, I can stay on deck and
boldly stand in surrendered faith
to the truth of my belovedness,
caught up in the reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God.
And learn to pray”
The Furious Love of God (pp. 130-131).