Sunday went well...

 My sermon started with the post about my father and turkey.

Then I told the story--again in Waitville--about finding my name on two gravestones in the Baptist Cemetary and realizing I was named after my great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather. Which I said was good since my father was Virgil and his father was Filbert.

Then I talked about the gospel when Jesus is criticized by the Pharisees for talking with sinners.

He tells the parable about losing one sheep or one coin and how we would leave the others to find the lost one.

Just like Jesus says, we must seek the lost until found.

I mean not just those who are in need, but our own lost feelings, and lost friends and lost beliefs.

We must seek the lost until found....