This time is different.
Four-year-old Tina delivers the sad news one Saturday morning: “Little Lamb is lost.”
The little white lamb was a baby gift from Auntie Elaine, packaged with a CD of music for infants. I’ve often marvelled at how well Tina keeps track of her toys, but this time is different. Little Lamb is not in the toybox, not on the toy shelves, not under the beds, not in the play kitchen . . .
“Little Lamb is all gone,” Tina concludes sorrowfully. Defeated, we decide to play with the little building toy I always bring in my Grandma bag.
But what’s this? We open the box and there is Little Lamb, right where Tina put her the last time I came!
Lamb must be thirsty. Tina cradles her in her arm and gives her a drink of water from a tiny bottle. At lunchtime Little Lamb shares her apple.
Jesus said, “Let me ask you this. What would you do if you had a hundred sheep and one of them wandered off? Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine on the hillside and go look for the one that had wandered away? I am sure that finding it would make you happier than having the ninety-nine that never wandered off. That’s how it is with your Father in heaven. He doesn’t want any of these little ones to be lost.” Matthew 18: 12-14 (Contemporary English Version)