The sign said Found: Potbellied Pig. Did I just read what I think I read? I’d never seen such an announcement. Similar ones, sure. But Found: Potbellied Pig? Who loses a pig? The sign presupposes a curious moment. Someone spots the pig lumbering down the sidewalk. “Poor thing. Climb in little piggy. The street is no place for you. I’ll take you home.” Man, I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t claim one. But God would, and God did. God did when he claimed us.
We assume God cares for the purebreds of the world, the tidy-living. But what about the rest of us? Do we warrant his oversight? Psalm 91 offers a rousing yes! “Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty…The Lord says, ‘I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name.'” Even we, Potbellied Pigs.
