The Night Margaret Didn't Come Home
In the small fishing village of Crail, on the eastern coast of Scotland, everyone knew Margaret Beattie. Eighty-three years old, sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and in the habit of walking the coastal path each evening before supper. So when the lights in her cottage stayed dark past seven o'clock on a November night, her neighbor Callum noticed.
He could have assumed she was visiting family. He could have drawn his curtains and gone back to the football match on the television. Ninety-nine other souls in Crail were safe and warm. But Callum pulled on his boots, grabbed a torch, and walked into the cold.
He found her a mile down the path, sitting on the wet ground beside a stone wall, her ankle twisted beneath her. She was shivering and too proud to cry for help. Callum knelt in the mud, wrapped his coat around her shoulders, and carried her back like she weighed nothing at all.
The next morning, half the village turned up at Margaret's door with soup and shortbread. Not because ninety-nine people were in danger — but because one woman had been lost in the dark, and one man refused to let her stay there.
This is the heart of what Jesus tells us in Luke 15. The Good Shepherd does not calculate odds or weigh convenience. He leaves the ninety-nine. He walks into the night. And when He finds the one — cold, stubborn, unable to save herself — He does not scold. He lifts. He carries. And all of heaven rejoices.
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