God's Concern for the Lost
When I was five years old, my parents sent me to Sunday school with a six-year-old neighbor girl. One set of parents took us to Sunday school, and the other set picked us up. One Sunday, there was a mix-up. No one picked us up. The six-year-old, sensing her maturity, was sure she could lead me home. After all, it was only a mile-and-a-half walk in a small city of 32,000. We started south, but our homes were actually east.