Today, I saw something at Wal-Mart that I had never seen before. In the middle of shopping, the loudspeaker buzzed to life and a less than calm voice said, "All employees, we've got a Code Adam."
In seconds, every employee was sprinting to the front doors. A few went outside to scan the parking lot, the others formed a wall blocking the exits. It was like an anthill had been kicked over.
Because a Code Adam means that a child has gone missing.
I imagine that most times, the child is found quickly and all is returned to right. That's what happened today. But for a few minutes, nothing in the store mattered as much as finding that missing kid. The world of commerce and price tags and sales figures stopped dead as they tried to locate a lost child.
I think that's how heaven is.
When I am lost. When like the prodigal son, I stumble from the father's grasp and gaze, I don't think He cries out "look at Jon sinning again! Look at him failing me again!" I think God cries out, "Code Jon! Code Jon!"
And then He rushes out into the parking lot, hoping to intercept me before I get in the wrong car, desperate to keep me from making the type of decision that is going to hurt me. Because He loves me. I am His delight. Just like you, I am the reason He rises in the morning. (Is. 30)
When I am lost He does more than just lock a store down. He sent his son to the cross for me. He speaks his message in a thousand ways every day. He would move the mountains and the cosmos if it meant I came home safe. If it meant I returned to the father and he could stop saying, "Code Jon, Code Jon."