06/12/2026
Friday June 12
Luke 15:3-7
Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
What follows was written by Clement of Alexandria in 203 AD, in his treatise, Who is the Rich Man Who is Saved?” It has been slightly adapted and dramaticized:
Listen—this is no legend. It is a true account, preserved and handed down, about the apostle John.
After the death of the Roman Emperor, John returned from exile on Patmos to Ephesus. From there he traveled through the surrounding regions—appointing leaders, setting churches in order, seeing which ones had remained faithful to the Spirit of truth.
“In one nearby city, after settling other matters, John saw a young man who caught his attention. The youth was well built, with a striking appearance and strong personality. Calling the bishop forward, John said, with the whole church watching: “I entrust this young man to you—with Christ as my witness.” The bishop accepted the assignment and promised to disciple the young man. John reiterated his expectations, and then returned to Ephesus.
The bishop took the young man into his own home. He provided for him, protected him, and they bonded. He taught him, and at last—he baptized him. Then he relaxed, as if the task of discipleship were done. He assumed the seal of baptism, the Holy Spirit, would be enough. He turned his attention to other matters.
Left unsupervised, the young man fell in with a bad crowd. They were idle, shiftless troublemakers. At first, they just invited the young man to join their parties, but then to join in their midnight escapades of petty theft and hooliganism. They robbed travelers’ campsites and beat up innocent victims just for the fun of it. The young man changed. As his guilt piled up, he figured he was beyond redemption. Like a wild horse snapping the reins, he plunged headlong into this ruinous lifestyle. He abandoned his faith and morals and became the leader of this outlaw gang, the fiercest of them all—violent, feared, beyond restraint.
Some time later John returned. After taking care of the business at hand, he turned to the bishop: “Give me back what I entrusted to you." The bishop froze. He thought John was speaking of money, but that did not make sense. He was about to protest his innocence when John pressed him again: “The young man. His soul. I entrusted him to you."
The bishop broke into tears. “He is dead.”
John’s expression changed. “How did he die?” he asked.
“He is dead to God. He turned wicked; became a highway robber. He now leads a gang whose hideout is in the mountains.”
In frustration and grief, John tore his clothes and pounded his head. “What kind of guardian did I choose to care for this brother’s soul?!”
Then—without hesitation, he commanded, “Bring me a horse. Show me the way.”
He rode straight into the gang's ambush in the mountain pass. He did not resist when the armed robbers seized him. “Take me to your leader," he said, “That is why I came.”
“The young crime boss was waiting. Armed. Hardened. Dangerous. Then he saw who it was that approached. Suddenly, he turned and ran.
The apostle ran after him. Forgetting his age and ignoring the danger, the old man chased after him, crying out: “My son—why are you running away from me? From your father—an old, unarmed man?
"Have mercy on me.
"Do not be afraid.
"There is still hope for you.
"I will answer to Christ for your life.
"If it comes to it, I will die for you—as the Lord died for us.
"I will give my life for yours.
"Stop.
"Believe.
"Christ has sent me.”
The young man stopped, but he could not face the holy man approaching him. He dropped his eyes, and then, his weapons. His body began to shake with quiet sobbing. When John finally reached him, the criminal gave in to the hug and his ugly, heaving sobs became the wordless confession of his countless sins. His tears became like another baptism.
John took his hand—the very hand once stained with the blood of innocent victims--and kissed it. As if it were already made clean. Then John led him back. Back to the church. Back to Christ. He prayed with him. He fasted with him. He fought for his soul—through days of conversation and counsel, until the young man was restored.
And so he remained in that town a living testimony that repentance is real, that recovery is possible even after such a terrible falling away, and that no one is beyond the reach of Christ, ever.
John the apostle had gone on a hunting expedition and returned with a trophy of Christ's resurrection.
May the Lord send out such workers into his harvest today.