Leaving the Ninety-Nine
One Sunday afternoon, when I was eight years old, my dad asked me to come into his bedroom.
I immediately wondered what I had done wrong and why I was
in trouble.
You see, our parents’ bedroom was something of a sanctuary.
We kids simply didn’t go in there. Getting called into their bedroom meant we
were about to get punished for something.
On this particular day, we sat on my parents’ bed and my dad
talked through things that I had heard at church (and in our home) my whole
life.
He told me that everybody is a sinner. He told me that God
can’t be with sin and sinners. He told me that Jesus died to take the
punishment for our sins. He told me that Jesus offers us this free gift and all
we have to do is accept it.
That Sunday afternoon, October 22, 1967, the Good Shepherd
left the 99 sheep and came looking for the one lost sheep. On that day, I was
the one lost sheep and Jesus found me and saved me.

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