hmmm…..
I collect sheep. Well, not real sheep, but stuffed animals, figurines and pictures of sheep. My largest sheep is a big ceramic cookie jar that the janitor at a church I served found for me at a garage sale. I don’t keep cookies in it – too much of a temptation. The smallest sheep that I have is hand blown glass, created by a parishioner in my current church. In between are an array of lambs and sheep made of all sorts of materials and substances. They are created to be salt and pepper shakers, candy bowls and picture frames. I like them all, especially the ones that were given to me as gifts. Kids who visit my office are fascinated by the sheep and love to play with them. And I love that they love them.
Sheep are pretty dumb creatures. They don’t look beyond where their noses are, so they need to be led to food and water. They are pretty helpless to defend themselves, so are very vulnerable to attack. Their coats hamper them, they don’t shed, so they need to be shorn.
I love sheep because I identify with them and that’s why the 23rd Psalm is so dear to me. I need a Good Shepherd, one who will lead me to still waters and green fields. I am comforted by the Good Shepherd’s staff that protects me. Even when I walk through dark times, the Good Shepherd is there to guide me. I want goodness and mercy to be a part of my life forever.
That’s why I collect sheep.
hmmm…..
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