“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…
the room gets darker
almost complete darkness.
She’s weeping in a crumpled mess in the middle of the floor.
To the right, a small glint of light
then a glimmer
a beam of light.
The room growing brighter.
The woman starts to rise...
the room getting brighter
she begins to laugh,
her sorrow turning into joy.
She walks over to the coin
the room is completely lit
laughing fully now…
Now she’s spinning again
clutching the coin to her breast
She flings open the door and sways outside to the sounds of nature in the morning...
I see me in this story. I am the woman…searching. I’m searching for the light of Christ within me.
Knowing it’s there.
Knowing that I’ve buried it beneath layers of falseness.
I’m searching, frantically.
Knowing that the true light is there
knowing that my true self is buried somewhere deep there.
Then the U2 song plays inside me…
but I still
what I'm looking for…
In the Love of the Three in One,
Br. Jack+, LC