Is this little one adorable? I would go looking for this cutie. When I realized I didn’t even know much about sheep at all, I tried to avoid the Old Testament and sacrifices as much as possible, I had start reading about them a little. This is a Swiss Mountain sheep, I’m sure that woolly lamb will make a great sweater. I don’t even like to think about atonement or Passover. It’s just something I couldn’t see as a dish.
As much as I know about the Bible though and the depth of the suffering of the Lord, this little fellow is a perfect example of the innocence He was in taking our place. Sheep will stand still and be sheared. Jesus was like that as He suffered for ours sins and to bring us to His saving grace and healing power. He was slaughtered.
Isaiah 53 tells us how we all, like sheep, have gone astray. No offense to sheep, but they are not the brightest bulbs. And I thought I was pretty smart, uh-uh. 🙂 Don’t laugh! You’re probably not so smart yourself, we’re all sheep. We go wandering off looking for greener pastures when the Lord would lead us beside still and peaceful waters.
We go of after our own ideas, many try other religions, self help and what not, when Jesus restores our soul. We go off on highways and byways, pig trails and foot paths, over rocky places and through valleys and He would lead us in righteousness and make the crooked places straight. We keep standing there and sometimes we are standing in faith, dug in, waving our shield over our head, hoping to quench fiery darts, and He makes us to lie down in our green pasture, and says rest.
If we do not rest. He will gently guide us to it again and again. But He is not whacking us over the head with a staff or getting us by the neck with a cane like some old vaudeville act. He has to watch us wander off, go astray and try our own dumb ways to get ahead and like a Good Shepherd, will leave the ninety and nine. I said I would even look for this cutie, but He still tries to bring salvation to the lost, He knows when to shake off the dust of His feet in trying, even if wolves devour them, He is heartbroken but we sheep have a free will. He goes after the bad ones, the broken ones, the bleeding and bruised and battered ones.
He did not break or bruise them, He took their place. He was. His skin, but not bones broken or torn. He will use the staff to lift them, He carries them tenderly to the fold and cares for them. He is the door to the sheep fold, the protection against evil. If He were not in place, we would be so easily devoured, we are really dumb, needy, weak and helpless creatures after all and need constant reassurance like little lambs.
But then we learn to follow as He leads, wherever He leads we should willing follow, not that ours souls would be lost in the since of not going to heaven, because we are lost along the way, when we are not following. As sheep, we should see the green pastures, the still brooks and streams, the sandals and the nail printed feet, the hem of His garment, and the staff of comfort, for the rod of correction is His word. I know His voice, yet I wandered. I’m sure you have to.
As for this little lamb, I’m going to follow Him closely, if He says eat. I’ll eat. Drink, I’ll drink. I hope if He stops, I’ll bump right into Him. And sometimes, I even have trouble resting, so He picks me up and carries me close to His heart. Rebecca Jones
Please read yesterday’s post and look for sheep all week.