“It is only right that we celebrate and rejoice…”
Whether sheep, coin or prodigal son; a loss is a loss. Whatever you cherish you will lose, and you will cherish it even more. It is in the losing that the texture of real love emerges, the cherishing is amplified; you only miss the water / you only love the water/ you only awake to your love of the water when the well run dry.
The lost takes on new significance; brings out a new desire and an added perseverance. She swept the whole house, turn everything upside down; he left the ninety-nine and went in search of the one sheep; the father searched the horizon day after day, hammering out a requiem; then when the shadow appeared he brought out the calf he was fattening.
What you lose changes you. Only when you lose things you know what kindness really is; as the future dissolves like salt. With kindness we regain taste for life. Jesus welcomes sinners as they are returning to the table, and eats with them in thanksgiving.
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