Meditation — 22 September 2014
Luke 15:8-10 (CEB): “Or what woman, if she owns ten silver coins and loses one of them, won’t light a lamp and sweep the house, searching her home carefully until she finds it? When she finds it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me because I’ve found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, joy breaks out in the presence of God’s angels over one sinner who changes both heart and life.” “Celebrate with me because I’ve found my lost coin.” I see a woman in a dark green dress — thick fabric, like denim or hemp — searching desperately through a one room house — rustic, prairie style. She’s moaning deeply. Hurting. Her pain, very tangible. She’s searching for the coin. The room’s getting darker and darker. She’s becoming more frantic. She’s spinning, turning over everything, spinning down… down… d o w n . . . the room gets darker darker spinning darker darker spinning collapsing almost ...