Lost keys. It happens.
A lot of things get lost.

Now to lose your life that’s another serious piece of business. If we speak literally of someone who has lost a life, we may open wounds that have been healing for years. Losing a life is a human experience—such a painful moment.

The one loss that seems to have little impact on the mental psyche is losing our way: losing our spiritual lives. Oh, we say, “He lost his way? Tch, tch. So sad.” And it is easy to see in others, not so much with ourselves at times.

This loss of self requires some unwrapping, for the question of ‘Who am I?” bites the conscience when given any thought. The surface stuff is easy: generous, kind, helpful, etc., are the social commodities of our personality. To ask, “Who am I?” when alone may be a troubling spot to take that quiz.

We read in today’s gospel, Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will preserve it for eternal life. Love my life and who I am, and then lose it? Hate my life and gain the life we are meant to have? What is it we are meant to have? And again, the question: “What is my life?”

The best we can do is to examine our lives against the words of Jesus: “Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit.” We are meant to bear fruit – this is who we are and who we are meant to be. We are those Jesus asks to serve him and, indeed, by implication, to serve others.

So, if still lost, report to Church where someone is always there to help.

Let Us Pray:

Can I walk a straight line? Sow the seeds given to me? Stay in the row? Sow bountifully with love? By your grace, I will scatter the seeds.