My 5 year old son and I were at Magic Mountain a few weeks back. He and I were having some daddy and son time. I took him to go ride the go-carts and have some fun in the arcade. We were having a great time and just going through all of our tokens in the arcade. I sat down to play a game and he was right next to me. About 45 seconds later, I looked up from the game I was playing and he was gone. I immediately got up and began to look around. Nothing…I could not see him. I did not hear him. Nothing…and then I had that feeling. That feeling that says “my kid is lost, holy crap.” I started sprinting around the arcade looking for him saying his name. Finally, I saw him. He was in one of those games where you are driving a car. Only this one was a truck and he was hidden by the frame of the truck he was “driving.” I picked him up and just hugged him and relief and joy flowed throughout my veins.
As I was driving home with him, I was thinking about that experience. As I did, it hit me. God chased me down. He called my name. He pursued me. He looked for me when I was lost. And once I was found, there was a party in heaven thrown for me. God celebrated his child that was once last and now found. Suddenly I just felt even more blessed. This night gave new meaning to some of the teaching in Luke 15. I could more clearly relate to finding a child that was lost.
For the record….Kaden got a talking to….and I quit playing games the rest of the night.