When Dorrie and I were planning our wedding we both made lists of who we wanted to invite. She made her list and I made mine, then we shared our lists with each other to make sure we hadn't missed anyone.
As I read through Dorrie's list I was surprised by one of the names on it. President and Mrs. Bush.
I asked her why she had put them on the list, and she told me she had a friend who had invited another president and his wife, and even though they didn't attend the wedding, they had sent a letter congratulating the couple.
The day of our wedding came, but the president never showed up. I can't say I was disappointed, because I never expected him to take time out of his busy schedule for my wedding anyway. I didn't sent out a search party to look for him. I didn't call to make sure he was OK. I didn't send a follow-up letter to question his absence.
God has planned a wedding. And he has invited even little ol' me. And for years I ignored his invitation. But I was so important to him, my presence so cherished by him that he sent someone to bring me to the celebration.
In Luke chapter 15 Jesus tells three parables about lost things: a sheep, a coin, and a son. And in each of the parables he tells how the one who lost each thing searched intently to find it, and once it was found there was great rejoicing and celebration. Jesus then goes on to say that the celebration in Heaven is even greater than the celebration here on earth.
Think about this; you are so important to God that he searches for you, calls you, writes you letters to make sure you get to the wedding. And when you, little old insignificant you are found, all of Heaven celebrates!
And you thought no one cared!
Think about it!
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