Back in the summer of 1985, our son Joshua was almost seven years old.

We were traveling in London, England, at that time, because I was speaking at a symposium.

One day, our host decided to take us on a side-seeing trip, particularly our family.

And so he took us to East London and he dropped us off while he was going to look for a parking

space for his car. Due to my negligence, I want to emphasize it's due to my negligence, Joshua got lost in the crowds.

Now, let me tell you about way of explanation. Some of you might have been there, but I can tell you

the feeling that you feel at that moment cannot be explained in words. You just cannot explain it.

And your mouth is so dry as if it's filled with sand. Your knees are shaking like jelly.

And your heart is pounding like a machine that's ready to explode.

And you're running around like a madman saying, have you seen a seven-year-old boy?

Have you seen a seven-year-old boy?

It was one of the most devastating experiences, to say the least.

Especially when I realized that it was my responsibility.

All along, I'm condemning myself, and I'm beating myself up and thinking,

if I just held onto his hand, if I just grabbed onto him, if I just didn't get distracted,

if I just kept my eye on him, all the while frantically searching every pub, every alley,

praying like you have never prayed before.

Thankfully, we found him. I don't want to prolong this, but obviously we found him.

But from that day, back in 1985, to this day, I could never read the Gospel of Luke

Chapter 15 without reliving at least part of that experience.

In the last message, Jonathan showed us how our God is the

God who pursues us. As you looked at the parable of the lost sheep, he showed us how the good shepherd

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