The lost wallet

Still in Barcelona. Last night, my wallet was stolen. Imagine all kinds of cards in which your identity is expressed, suddenly gone. I blocked all my accounts, went to the police etc - luckily we are in a civilized continent. Today, I spent the whole morning walking the streets of the town I am in, looking into dustbins, trash containers and behind hedges and fences, just in case the thief had thrown my wallet somewhere. It feels awkward if people observe you doing this. I know all the secret and dirty places of the town now. Suddenly I was reminded how much God looks for one lost person and I could feel the joy He must feel when someone is found. People, too, land in the dark places of this world when they get lost, stolen, abused and thrown away. And I felt ashamed that I did not have the same zeal to look for the lost like I kooked for my wallet today. I have not found it but at least learnt a lesson. Church Planting is nothing less than establishing thousands of search parties in any country to go out and look for God`s lost children.