O ye that are now in the flock, think of the love of Christ to you when you were outside the fold; when you had no wish to return; when seeing him pursuing you, you only ran faster to escape his almighty love! Notwithstanding all my rebellion, and all my wilful transgression, he still loved me with his heart, and pursued me with his Word. Oh, how we ought to love sinners, since Jesus loved us, and died for us while we were yet sinners! We must care for drunkards while they still pass round the cup; swearers while we hear them swear; and profligates while we mourn to see them polluting our midnight streets. We must not wait until we see some better thing in them, but feel an intense interest for them as what they are – straying and lost. When the sheep is torn with the thorns of the waste places, and is sick, and worn to skin and bones with long wanderings and hungerings, we must seek its restoration, though we see in it no desire to submit itself to the Shepherd’s care and rule. Such was our Saviour’s love to us: such be our love to lost ones.
Charles Spurgeon – One Lost Sheep – A Sermon Delivered April 28th 1889 at Metropolitan Tabernacle