The good news is–we found my glasses. The bad news is –we found them when Don stepped on them.
We were driving back from Des Moines very early Sunday morning. It was foggy and still a little dark when we pulled over in a remote spot somewhere between Pella and Mount Pleasant(a lot of desolate distance there). Both dogs needed out of the car so we stopped for just a moment, let them run into the nearby field, and within a few minutes were back in the car heading towards Burlington. About 30 minutes later, I realized my glasses were gone. After several minutes spent frantically searching the car, we reluctantly concluded that I must have dropped them when we stopped for the dogs. The problem became, where exactly did we stop?
We continued on to Burlington arriving at Zion in plenty of time for John’s stimulating Sunday School class, “Just Eating” and for me to find an old pair of readers stashed in my desk. The worship service was filled with energy–the choir inspired us with Tim’s solo of the Beatles song, Yesterday. The new members of the bell choir swelled their ranks and the bells played beautifully. But for me the fact remained–my new expensive glasses were gone.
That afternoon Don and I headed back out knowing that on the side of the road, somewhere between Pella and Mount Pleasant, lay a pair of glasses. The glasses were green and brown, by the way. Green and brown just like the field where I dropped them.
But the real question remained–what field?
After several false attempts we finally located what we believed to be the exact spot. Yet, after careful searching, still no glasses. The sun was setting and it was time to give up. And then Don heard it. A crunch. There they were. On the side of the road, somewhere between Pella and Mount Pleasant, under Don’s shoe.
With uncharacteristic luck, my vision insurance covers broken glasses; it doesn’t cover glasses that one drops and never finds again. And, if you think about it, we probably wouldn’t have found my green and brown glasses in the green and brown field if Don hadn’t actually stepped on them.
When Jesus said “seek and you shall find” did he really mean, “sometimes you have to step on something before you know it’s there.” Or maybe he meant, “you have to be really persistent in your seeking.” Persistent to the point that you will drive across the Iowa landscape seeking a needle in a haystack (a pair of glasses somewhere along a 100 mile stretch of highway 34).
Lent is nearly over. Did you find what you were seeking? Or are you still waiting to hear the crunch?
See You in the Pews!