Sunday, 13 November 2011
By Tom Zuniga
You know the drill.
You’ve had a really long day only to remember you’re out of milk, which we all know is the life-force of our refrigerators. You divert your course from home to Walmart and quickly become amazed that this many people actually go to Walmart at night. The only free parking spot is approximately three football fields from the entrance, so you park and saddle up for your long journey across the parking lot, which eventually includes skirting eye-contact with the jingle-jangler at the automatic doors.
You quickly purchase your precious gallon of milk, along with three other unexpected items, including an overpriced but oh-so-worth-it carton of heavenlicious egg nog. You successfully scurry past the jingle-jangler once more and start trekking back through the night’s desert of cars, soon realizing you have no earthly idea where you parked and the little locking beep-device on your keychain no longer works.
And you don’t have the new iPhone, so asking Siri where you parked isn’t an option unfortunately.
So. My eyes craned for Mitsy amid the chaos of cars, and with a sardonic smile this older woman looked my direction and asked me:
“Are you lost?”
I laughed because I couldn’t help immediately drawing a parallel between my parking lot situation and my life in general.
Maybe “laughed” isn’t the best word.
Yes, it’s true that “I once was lost but now am found,” but it’s also true that I’ve felt quite “lost” with my life since the summer ended, and I honestly don’t know where that will leave me in the coming months. Where that leaves me today.
So while I certainly find hope in my eternal future with Christ, my earthly future — and present — leaves me wondering.
So to answer your question, Sardonic Old Lady: “Yes. I am lost.”