I am a creature of habit. I have certain routines. For instance, as soon as I get home, I place my wallet, cell phone, and wedding ring in the same place up on my shelf and out of everyone’s reach. I have never misplaced these items. My procedure had never failed me, that is, until Tuesday, July 3, 2018. What is significant about this date? Well probably nothing to you, but for my family, it was substantial because we were moving from Grand Rapids, MI to Knoxville, TN in less than 48 hours. We would be leaving a home my wife and I spent the last 12 years in and we could not find my wedding ring anywhere. Did it fall off the shelf and roll away? Was it under the refrigerator or stove? Did it land in a moving box? We combed every nook and cranny with no luck and time was running out. Eventually, within hours of packing the kid’s toys, I rifled one more time through the bin of superhero action figures and there it was! As my wife and I rejoiced, I could not help but think of the woman in Luke 15:8-10 who had lost one of her ten silver coins. She diligently searched for it by lighting a lamp and swept her entire house. Scripture informs us once she found that coin, there was much rejoicing between her and her acquaintances. Likewise, when a lost sheep or a prodigal son repents by turning back to God, there is much joy in heaven. We must thoroughly “search” for, with a sense of urgency, our lost and erring brethren. Even 48 hours might be eternally too late.