In the King James version of the bible we read Luke 15:3-7 as follows:
3 And he spake this parable unto them, saying,
4 What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?
5 And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.
6 And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.
You have probably read this before and perhaps likened it unto yourself in the fact that nobody is perfect and that there is a need for repentance from sin.
While it is true that through Jesus Christ and His atonement we can become clean of sin or in the case of the lost sheep, rescued from sin, there is another aspect of the atonement of Jesus Christ that should be examined and explained more thoroughly.
In many ways the twist on the parable I’ll present is more applicable to those already striving to become more like Christ but are burdened by mental, physical, emotional, or spiritual loads through no choice to sin or stray from the path the Savior has shown us have become heavily burdened.
I’m a very stubborn, I’ll-do-it-myself kind of person. So accepting and let alone ASKING for help is very difficult for me.
Now lets pile on some some depression, anxiety, and plenty of health problems on top of my already stubborn personality, and viola! Things just got so much harder.
After reading that I thought, well it seems like I’d have plenty of reasons TO BE asking for help. And that’s true. But getting to the point of admitting to myself that I needed to ask for help wasn’t easy.
Flashback! This story comes from when I was just finishing up high school and had a pretty cool run in with an ancestor that looked a lot like me! Or I her, since she came first… anyways! Read on!
For many years my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles all wondered who I most resembled out of my family. I had naturally curly hair like a maternal uncle, and a paternal aunt. My height and petite frame resembled my paternal grandmother, yet that’s about as close as I got to “looking like anyone” in particular. Of course I resembled my siblings, I wasn’t switched with another child at the hospital or anything, but for a long time I wondered who I most resembled. After 18 years of quandary, something happened, a little bit of a mini miracle, if you so choose to see the following experience as such. For me in a small way it was.