When the coin is found at last, do you not call your friends and neighbours, saying: “Good news! I found the money that was lost.”
|1.||having the power of sense perception or sensation; conscious|
Just recently came across this word...in a word: I found it! Don't know that the word cared that I found it, nor that it was even lost...
In the parables of lost things, the Lord Jesus uses interesting devices to illustrate eternal truths. Only the prodigal is certainly sentient, but his senses needed to be redirected to realize his lost-ness; the sheep could be remotely considered sentient, it could feel discomfort and fear, but not truly conscious of the implications of being lost. And most certainly a coin, like a word, would NEVER KNOW IT WAS LOST!
The focus of the parables, then, is not so much on the perceptions of the lost things but on the response of the finders.
MacDonald's story, At The Back of The North Wind, paints a vivid picture of the impact of being found from the vantage of the finder. Throughout the story Little Diamond has many adventures with North Wind that shape his character by giving him heartfelt wonder at the mystery of the unseen forces directing the affairs of people--always urging them towards goodness. Midway in the story he is able to go to the land at the back of the North Wind. This experience gives him a measure throughout the rest of his life on which he can discern the things that truly matter.
The child-like heart of Jesus, filled with the wonder of the unseen work of His father, measured all things by His eternal home, not his temporary dwelling.
Most of us sentient creatures have little idea how lost we truly are. Lost to the way and the influences that could make us more loving and lovable. Listening to a conversation on the "disgusting habits" of a certain group of people, Amish neighbors of my kinfolk, I suggested that maybe that was their own pursuit of happiness and that we ought not be hasty to condemn fellow Americans in those pursuits--however disagreeable they seem to us. I trust I didn't offer this perspective smugly superior in my own opinions, but from the hope of higher things. After a pause and a quirky look the diatribe continued...
Thankfully the Finder-of-lost things knew from where He came, where He was going, and, undeterred by the fickleness and folly of ignorance He will continue to rejoice when the lost are found!