Sixteen million people will watch the next Lost episode on TV. This story-line combination of Lord of the Flies, Cast Away, Gilligan's Island and Survivor has rescued ABC from the doldrums and gained a cult following. We are headed for a sixth season climactic end in May of 2010.

They are lost. Marooned on a mysterious island somewhere between Sydney, Australia and Los Angeles. But, from whence comes the intrigue? There are notions of lost embedded in our psyche. We are intrigued by Lost but do not come easy to conceding it is true. We seem to have special insight into the lost-ness of others but come begrudgingly to ever confess it of ourselves.

Lost reruns unusually happen every summer during family vacations. Most men never concede that they are lost. It seems beyond us. Who needs maps? We claim intuitive knowledge of the whereabouts of whatever it is that we are trying to find. "We're not lost. Of course, we do not need to look at the map, what were you thinking? Do you think I do not know where we are going?" By the way, that is a bluff, we have no idea. We are just too proud to acknowledge what the rest of the family knows clearly.

Late one night, past the hour we should already have been at the hotel, map quest dumped me out on some forsaken road that ran out of asphalt. I had lost my way. Gravel road just was not right. My only hope was to acknowledge that I was lost. In fact, that hope was the key. Some turning around was required. I had to change course. An about face was in order...and the catalyst that propelled us onto find our lodging for that night. There was no lodging on what turned into a gravel road. That was a dead end.

Long ago a Jewish prophet declared what is true about us. "All of us like sheep have gone astray, Each of us has turned to his own way;" Isaiah 53:6. In a word, we are lost. We have lost the way; the way God intended us to live. We live in the midst of the consequences of these collective choices. Civility is unraveling in the face of our forays outside the way of God. The fabric of what holds us together as creatures is breaking up. There is an individual and societal price to be paid for leaving the ways of God, those boundaries He set up for our good.

But our Creator did not brood over the snub nor relish the mess of consequences that we brought upon ourselves. He came to rescue us from our sinful selves in Jesus Christ. That Jewish prophet continued, "Each of us has turned to his own way; but the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all to fall on Him." Good Friday was God's response to the affront of our plunge into lost-ness. He came after us to remove the consequences of our folly and invite us to turn back to His ways. "Repent (turn back) and believe the gospel," were Jesus' first words in Mark1:15.

Former slave shipmaster, John Newton wrote a poem about his about face that we sing. Amazing Grace includes the line, "I once was lost, but now I am found." There is no joy in life like finding the way of God and returning to pursue Jesus Christ. ABC's Entertainment president Stephen McPherson tells us that Lost will end with a "highly anticipated and shocking finale." McPherson is reading God's play book or taking video footage of His rehearsal from the stands. We'll all live somewhere forever. God invites us home to Himself. "Turnaround," he says, "and come to live my way! Come home to me." Never was any host more ready to welcome us. The two destinies yet lie in wait before us, perishing or everlasting life. God invites us home with Him forever!

Something is wrong. God made it right in Jesus Christ. He invites us into a relationship with Him, life before death and forever. "God loved the world so much that He gave His only unique Son in order that whoever believes in Him would not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16