Wednesday, 13 July 2011
I lost my bow tie.
You know the one; light turquoise with small pink flowers!
I looked everywhere and could not find it. Perhaps my cat had taken it and used it as a toy … it had vanished and I was in a hurry.
I prayed to St Anthony to help me find it but I think he was too busy searching for something else. So I chose my spotted ordinary tie instead, put on my best hat, and off I went.
Whilst in the taxi I thought about that old lady in the Bible who’d lost a coin. When she found it she held a party for her friends and neighbours to celebrate. Well, I certainly won’t be doing that if I ever find my bow tie … cheaper to buy another one, I thought. Although light turquoise with small pink flowers is somewhat rare, I tell you.
Then my thoughts wandered about what else people can lose and feel really bad about.
Money … jewellery … prized possessions … someone’s love perhaps … or even worse, a loved one.
It must be terrible when we lose a loved one and, although we believe as Christians that people go to a better place when they die, their departure does affect us greatly. We miss them … and to miss someone means that their presence had a good effect on our lives. Now they’re gone we feel the pain and anguish of their absence.
My empty brain was freewheeling now with one thought following another aimlessly through the various dark recesses of my mind.
What, for me, would be the greatest thing I could ever lose; something from which I would never recover, besides my turquoise bow tie, that is?
A small voice deep into my cranium whispered: