Today, two of my children and I went to an exhibit at the Nelson-Atkins Art Museum. It was called Luxury: Treasures of the Roman Empire. Today was the absolutely last day we could attend before the exhibit changes.
We saw so much. Coins, fantastic jewelry, vessels, dishes, statues. It was amazing.
The thing that impressed me was the coins. Over and over, the signs would state that coins were important, that they were given as gifts from the emperor, that they showed status and importance. They were worn on necklaces, they were placed on decorative dishes, they were passed on as an inheritance.
But… they were not used as currency. They were too important to use in every day life.
Which makes the parable of the Lost Coin make so much more sense and mean so much more to me now. Do you know the story?
The Parable of the Lost Coin
8 “Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins[a] and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? 9 And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ 10 In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
Luke 15: 8-10 (NIV)
See? She had 10 coins. In this picture, this necklace has 11.
And she lost one. She lost her status. She lost an important thing. So then she lights a lamp, she sweeps EVERYTHING. She looks for this little bitty coin that means so much to her, to her husband, to her status, her importance, her inheritance!
And then she finds it!
And God does the same with us. He looks for us. He looks under everything. We are his coin. And he rejoices when we are found!