I am not a person who frequently loses things.
There are times when I will find myself misplacing something, keys, cell phone, water bottle, occasionally my wallet. The point being that there is a difference between losing something and simply misplacing it.
If something is lost, your frame of mind is that this object is beyond retrieval, you are unlikely to ever see it again. You may put some feelers out, but there is very little hope that it will ever make its way back to you.
If something is misplaced, it is just a matter of finding it, searching your memory for where you last had it, identifying the place where you have left it behind.
When something is misplaced, there will be times when a war will break out in your head. On the one side of the conflict, an army of soldiers are trying to convince you that what you are searching for is not simply misplaced, but truly lost.
“Your search is in vain.”
They will attack that part of your brain that loved peek-a-boo as a baby. The part of your brain that wants you to believe that if you can’t see a thing, that it no longer exists, it is obviously gone forever.
There is, however, a way in which you can launch a counter-attack. There is also an army that knows that your keys were in your pocket whenever you got home, so they have to be SOMEWHERE in this house. They also know that you would not just throw your television remote in the garbage. These are the soldiers who were eventually trained in the art of object permanence, the part of your brain that developed the knowledge that your parent’s face is just cupped behind their hands. The part of your brain that that learns that people do not simply disappear.
Our salvation shares that quality of object permanence with people, keys, and cell phones. There is no reason to fear that is it gone simply because we have lost sight of it. Interestingly enough, the fear that we have lost our salvation is proof that we have misplaced something else as well, our faith. Perhaps we took our salvation with us to the gym and fear that we have lost it at the treadmill of works. Maybe we have carried our salvation with us to the library and worry that we have lost it among the shelves of legal tomes.
No, if we pat down our pockets for our salvation and make sure that our salvation is not embarrassingly perched on top of our head where we can’t see it, and we still can’t seem to locate it, we can always go back to the first place that we saw it. The place that it was purchased for us, a Roman cross on a lonely hill outside the city walls of Jerusalem.
There are insurance scams out there where you can pay a subscription fee to make sure that your salvation is never lost or stolen, but they are truly misplacement ministries that make their living off of hiding your salvation in places that it doesn’t belong and convincing you that it may have disappeared. These insurance policies are unnecessary for such a durable good as your salvation. Surround yourself with those who will remind you of that fact, and remind others of it as well.
Keep those people close who can draw a map back to that place where your salvation can be found, and always be prepared to give directions to that place yourself, you never know when you might come across someone who needs to find their way, either back or for the first time, to the foot of the cross.