I'm going over my Bible study for this morning. We're reading chapters 15 and 16 of St. Luke.
Chapter 15 is perhaps my favorite chapter in all of Luke: the parables of the lost sheep, the lost coin, and the prodigal son.
It hit me, though. How often have I thought while reading these stories, "Well, it shows that I must be more joyous when the lost are brought back into the fold, or welcomed back into the family." Do you see what I've done? I've made myself part of the righteous. It has taken a long time for me to realize that it is I who am the lost sheep, carried by on the shoulder of the shepherd. It is I who am the prodigal son, not the older brother. It's time for me to quit assuming my own righteousness and to start confronting my "lostness."