The 00:46 blog.

I went away for the weekend. It’s something I regularly do. I went to the youth work summit (which I will talk more deeply about another day). On my return, when I boarded the train with 10 minutes until departure at Manchester Picadilly, there was a young couple standing on the platform, hugging. The girl got on the train and the boy pulled his phone out of his pocket and starts poking at the screen. Now, I realise the girl has sat just a few rows away from me as her phone starts ringing, she answers it and he takes a step towards the window no more than two meters from where I’m sat and I feel myself transfixed upon this scene. Having left my boyfriend in Sheffield just that morning I could really sympathise with this boy. As the train pulled away I caught him beginning to get tearful and I could almost feel his heart break.
As soon as we returned to Essex my sister decides she wants to start blogging. Today she posted about love and forgiveness and most of all, learning to be forgiven. Now learning to be forgiven sounds easy, but in theory it’s not. If you’ve ever run away or wondered off in a supermarket or shopping mall and got lost you’ll know what I mean. You know you shouldn’t have wondered off and it’s caused everyone pain. You know how panicked they’ve been looking for you. You know, though, deep down, that when you return they’ll just be glad you’re safe, that certainly doesn’t stop you worrying does it? Or when you’ve broken something of some elses’, or lost it and you can’t replace it. Despite the fact they’ve forgiven you, you still feel guilty.
Well, I don’t think Jesus would have told all the stories about the prodigal son, or the Shepard who left 99 sheep to find one, or about the lost coin if he didn’t expect us to choose the wrong path sometimes. So, when we wander down the path away from God he stands there, like that boy on that platform, calling you and when you’re so far that you can’t see him anymore his heart breaks. He’s not angry, or disappointed. But, we believe in a God who calls you by your name and says ‘I miss you, come home’, who greets you with open arms, who calls you His beloved. When, if ever, our girl returns to Manchester imagine the moment they come back together, the embrace. It’ll be like Hugh Grant and Martine Mcutchin in love actually. That’s how God greets us when we turn away from sin and come back to him, because he loves each and every one of us like there is no one else on earth even though, sometimes, we are that lost penny. He’ll find us, He’ll bring us home.