A Lamb Story

One of the most touching stories Jesus ever told was that of a shepherd, who, discovering that one of his sheep is missing, leaves the others who are safe in the fold–braves the elements, the darkness, and the unknown to find the lost sheep. And when he finds that shivering and cold one, the sheep who is injured and hurting, he gathers him up, lays the exhausted sheep around his neck, and makes again the long dark trek to the comfort of the fold. There he feeds the lamb and tends its wounds. He calls loudly to the others, “Rejoice, I have found my sheep that was lost.” Luke 15

Once when I didn’t even know what was going on, when I was yet a child Jesus saw my wandering steps and understood the danger I faced. He left the others, the ones already safe in the arms of salvation, and came after me. He gathered me up in His arms–me, a ten-year-old girl, naive, ignorant of the challenges of life I would face, needy, sinful and lost. Jesus came after me, secured me safely in the fold of salvation. He continues to watch over me, to tend me and to bind my wounds. How grateful I am.

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