by tphilabaum » Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:37 pm
There was once a time when I, a city boy, visited a friend who raised sheep. Of course, all of the sterotypical stuff was present - all the sheep looked the same to me, the shepherd knew the distincit markings and personalities of each sheep, they came to him (course, he had food) but when I was given the food (I, who they didn't trust) they ran away, even though they were hungry...
I a similar vein, in the midst of a crowded grocery store I can hear my child's (or now my grandchild's) voice. It comes to my ear in the midst of all the other noises, which I also listen to.
The Good Shepherd knows my voice. The Good Shepherd knows my heart. The Good Shepherd knows my personality. The Good Shepherd can pick me out from the crowd (as He picks out every else, too). I am known by The Good Shepherd.
Thanks be to God!
There was once a time when I, a city boy, visited a friend who raised sheep. Of course, all of the sterotypical stuff was present - all the sheep looked the same to me, the shepherd knew the distincit markings and personalities of each sheep, they came to him (course, he had food) but when I was given the food (I, who they didn't trust) they ran away, even though they were hungry...
I a similar vein, in the midst of a crowded grocery store I can hear my child's (or now my grandchild's) voice. It comes to my ear in the midst of all the other noises, which I also listen to.
The Good Shepherd knows my voice. The Good Shepherd knows my heart. The Good Shepherd knows my personality. The Good Shepherd can pick me out from the crowd (as He picks out every else, too). I am known by The Good Shepherd.
Thanks be to God!