He was lost here according to this Scripture. And He was lost by those who loved Him. And lost in Jerusalem and in the Temple!.... And yet why be astonished when the same thing is happening today. Christ is still lost by His friends, and in Jerusalem, and in the Temple.

I did the stupidest thing—attempt to pull the truck back with my own strength—of course, that didn't help anything. The truck bucked over the curb, and then plowed into the aluminum-extruded, glass-fronted entryway... ka-BOOOOM!

We needed someone like this—oh, how we needed and do need Him! He has exactly what we need. He is not too high and beyond our reach, and He is not too low. We needed someone holy who could make us holy and keep us holy.

"Isn't Tall Friend kind to us?" Gran Coon whispered in Sobbit's ear. "We have no reason to worry, do we?" "But someday Tall Friend might forget us," Sobbit Wimba said, as he watched the canoe glide away. "What will we do then?"