First, I should probably define what I mean by thrift-a-thon. It’s not any kind of fundraiser, but rather a planned out (sort of) day of visiting thrift stores. And one record store.

I started out at Phonoluxe, which is a country mile down Nolensville Pike. Translation: it’s a haul. Then I moved South down Nolensville and hit up both Music City Thrift and ThriftSmart. So not exactly a -thon in the strictest sense of the word.

I had some decent finds. At Phonoluxe, I ran across a couple of CDs I’d been on a quest to find for quite a while. I love that feeling I get when I see it and know that it will soon be mine.

I just now had a thought. In the parables of the lost items, did the owners feel the same way? I think from Jesus’ description they did. They rejoiced and threw a party.

I also wonder why I don’t have nearly the urgency when it comes to helping lost sons and daughters find their way Home. Sometimes, praying for lost people isn’t even a blip on my agenda.

I’m pretty sure God feels at least that kind of excitement when one of His lost ones comes Home. Look at the way the father in the prodigal story (who obviously represents the Heavenly Father) practically sprinted toward his wayward son. And back in that day, old men did under no circumstance ever, ever run. At least no dignified old men would.

My music finds were Derek and the Dominoes and Simple Minds, which will probably not thrill any of you who aren’t complete music nerds like I am.

At the end of the day, I’m thankful that God wasn’t complacent when I was lost. He sought me out and drew me in with words of lovingkindness. That’s a good thought to end the day on.