As Christians we often talk about our days when we were ‘lost’ or talk about the people we know that are ‘lost’. Then, we or they get ‘saved’ and we talk about the days gone by when we were ‘lost’. We talk about how we found God and how we found Jesus and how God came into our lives, but, I wonder if many of us (Christians) have ever been found.
Personally, I love the scriptures about God pursuing us and searching for us. It says something about God that is vital to our existence. As much as we should be pursuing Him, he’s actually pursuing us. That blows my mind.
After Adam and Even ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil God came looking for them. They were suddenly lost in who they were, but God came searching and then God found them. He found them, though, after he called out to them. They were hiding and God was finding.
I feel like being found is so much harder than finding. When we find God it’s often on our terms. We repent of what we want to and thank God for saving us from our sins and then we tell God what we’re going to do tomorrow and ask Him to bless it. Being found has much different implications. When we’re found we expose ourselves to God in all of our faults and failures. That’s scary. Even Adam said that it was scary, “And he said, I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid…’ It takes us out of the terms and puts our fate squarely in God’s hands. Now, He’s in control of tomorrow, not us. We can find God all we want, but, it’s not until we’re found that we can truly begin walking as God wanted us to.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s not so much that we were/are lost as much as just hiding. Then God’s presence enters the garden and we say that we found Him. Then we have to take a step of faith, though, and actually be found.









