Lost and Found

For about 8 years I’ve carried a pedometer in my pocket. In Taiwan I was diligent about 10,000 steps a day. When pedometers broke, they’d soon be replaced. But I also carry a bandana, which was often used for wiping a sweaty brow. One day, apparently, my little pedometer emerged and fell to the ground when the bandana was extracted. No big deal. It’s easy to find online, so I only lost track for a few days. (Taiwan is SO convenient.) 

Then a month or two later I was signing for a registered letter in the college’s general affairs office and spied my lost blue pedometer on top of a filing cabinet. The guy in charge there said it had been turned in as a lost item. I showed him the same model but different color pedometer I was carrying, and my old blue one came back to me. Now I have two.


Last September a big church at a little country crossroads about 8 miles from Holland MI invited me to preach on December 1st. I accepted the invitation, after which I received some detailed instructions, including an assigned scripture text and sermon topic. I was mildly amused, but agreed. With 12 weeks of lead time, I felt on top of the world. I wrote an outline and began to fill in some parts of it. 

In October my laptop computer started to show signs of its age (a 2-year-old $200 computer) I backed up files here and there and felt secure. As November has begun to recede in the rear view mirror, though, I began looking for that sermon file to give it some more thought and work. I could find it noplace. On the morning of the 18th I gave up looking and started fresh.  That afternoon the church’s office sent a note asking for details they need to do their own planning. I gulped and promised to have something by the close of business on the 19, a day on which I spent large chunks of my free time in a rush to discover what might be most creatively spoken on the 1st. The good people at that church trust the guy who instructed me on what scripture to use and what direction to take. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. 

Finished writing, I went looking for the form onto which to send the information they requested. While digging around to find what they’d sent me on the 18th, which I’d already misfiled, I discovered a different file, dated October 16, with the church’s name on it. It was the half-written wholly lost thing I hadn’t been able to find for the past few days. I opened it with a feeling of annoyance at myself, but upon reading, realized that what I’d written on the 19th was far better than what I’d been planning in October.

My pedometer hadn’t improved by being lost in Taiwan, but the sermon lost in Michigan got a lot better. Maybe should lose things more often. I’ll start with a $20 bill.

David Alexander now resides in Holland, MI after 39 years in Taiwan.


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