Sala pulled the placard off the counter, turned it around and held it up to Gaaliel’s face.  “What is this?”

“It’s my sign.  Every business has a sign.”

Sala turned the sign back around and gave it a proper look.  “LOST & FOUND.  What does that mean?”

“That’s what I do.  I manage things that are lost and try to get other things found.  At least, that’s what THEY call it.”

Sala snorted and put the sign back down where it had been.  “If you ask me, I think you have spent too much time with THEM.  You are starting to sound like THEM.”

Gaaliel’s face fell and Sala, feeling ashamed for discouraging one of his brightest protégés, quickly added with enthusiasm, “I have been looking forward to viewing your work, Gaaliel!  Let me see your current projects.”

With a brilliant smile, Gaaliel pulled a large flat-screened monitor out from under the counter.  “I can’t wait to show you, Sala!”

Confused, Sala frowned.  “And this? What is this thing?” he questioned, tapping the display unit.

“Oh, please humour me, Sala!  Just watch.  I think you will like it.  It is called a television.” Seeing Sala’s scowl, Gaaliel hurried on. ” It displays moving pictures.  I know it is silly, but I like displaying my work with THEM this way.  Makes me feel a bit closer to THEM.”

Sala was about to retort that Gaaliel was getting much too close to THEM, but held his tongue and urged Gaaliel to continue by nodding his head.

Sala waved his hand over the screen and moving images appeared.  Unlike a real television, however, these were not recorded films but live scenes.

“These are my latest labours,” Gaaliel narrated.  “This boy,” he pointed to a grinning youngster who was chatting to a group of friends, “is very poor and has no food.  And this boy,”  he pointed to a second child, “heard the summons and shared his lunch!”

“A good beginning,” remarked Sala.  “Have you more?”

“Oh, yes, Sala!” Gaaliel again passed his hand over the screen and the setting changed.  Now there were two young women sitting on a park bench together.  One had her face buried in her hands and the other had her arm around the first.  “This woman’s mother has just been taken to her eternal home. The woman is heart-broken because the last words she spoke to her mother were harsh.  And this woman,” he pointed to the woman who was comforting her friend, “gave her peace.  She shared her knowledge that the mother is with the MAKER. She spoke the words of her FATHER!”

“Good, good!  Is there more?”

“Yes, Sala, one more for now.” Again he swiped his hand and the scene changed.  Now there was an old man lying in a bed and a young woman at the bedside holding his hand.  “This one, Sala, this one is special.  This man lived a life running from his FATHER.  He lived to please himself only and in doing so he deeply hurt those around him.  This is his daughter.” Sala pointed to the young woman.  “She has borne much sorrow and anger because of this man’s treatment of her.  She lived in the darkness of hate for many years.  Then she saw the truth of the FATHER and her heart melted within her.  She received forgiveness and then became a channel of that forgiveness to this man.”

“Very nice, Gaaliel!  You are listening and obeying well.  See the healing that flows from the FATHER to his CHILDREN!  Well done!” and Sala affectionately patted Gaaliel’s hand.  “But I don’t understand this ‘Lost and Found’ thing.”

“Well,” began Gaaliel, “on EARTH when something is missing they call it ‘lost’ and when something is restored they call it ‘found.’  The boy was missing more than just his lunch; he gained a meal and a friend.  The woman who lost her mother was filled with regret, but it was replaced with comfort and assurance.  And the last one, the woman was missing peace and found joy.  There were things that were gone, and now things have been redeemed.  ‘Lost and Found’!”

Sala chuckled and shook his head.  “Well, you may call it whatever you like, Gaaliel.  You are serving the FATHER well!  Continue with your ‘Lost and Found.'”

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Today’s assignment:  Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings.
Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of “lost and found” more generally in this post.

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