2010, Oil on Canvas, 39in x 42in
Lost and Found
I wander the streets with no direction.
I stumble and fall to my knees.
The feet of neighbors pass by, but none look down to see me.
A stranger stops and pulls me to my feet.
I receive the address, but where is the door?
I am standing in front of the door.
What keeps me from walking into the light?
I hear a still small voice calling me by name.
The door is open.
The light pours out revealing my filth in its true colors.
I am blinded by the light and cannot see past the ramshackle doorframe.
I move forward by faith alone.
As I step through the door, the still small voice enters my heart.
The filth on my skin and the stains on my clothes are washed clean.
I find rest at home, but I now see where I came from.
Walking the streets, I am the stranger.
Are you lost?
Here is the address.
I hope to see you at home.
“After about an hour had passed, another man began to insist, saying, ‘Certainly this man also was with Jesus, for he is a Galilean too.’ But Peter said, ‘Man, I do not know what you are talking about.’ Immediately, while he was still speaking, a rooster crowed. The Lord turned and looked at Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how He had told him, ‘Before a rooster crows today, you will deny Me three times.’ And he went out and wept bitterly.”