Living in
Wyoming for three years, I had the opportunity to work on a ranch. I also almost singlehandedly destroyed that
ranch, but that is another story for another time.
The family,
friends of mine, owned a lot of land and a lot of cattle. We’re talking miles upon miles. Sort of like the Ponderosa in the old
television series. No Adam, or Hoss, or
Little Joe, or Hop Sing on this ranch though.
Just two hard-working sons and a father and mother who loved them very
much.
They explained
to me that sometimes, they would find cattle missing. Big area of land. Way out where no one was watching. Can’t be everywhere at once. I think in the olden days, they would call
that ‘cattle rustling’.
I guess a
shepherd would have helped, though you don’t normally find a shepherd working
with cattle. Sheep, yes. Cows, no.
A shepherd lives
a fairly solitary life. The shepherd’s
dog might be his only companion. Well, a
dog and the herd of sheep, of course.
Sheep are
skittish creatures. They generally stay
in a pack. Easy prey for wolves and
coyotes, maybe an occasional rustler.
Yet, sheep know the scent and voice of the shepherd. The shepherd protects and cares for the
sheep, allowing no harm to come to them.
No wolf. No coyote. No rustler.
Remember the Bible
story, the parable of the Good Shepherd?
One of my all-time favorites.
It spoke of how The
Shepherd would watch over and protect the sheep. When one went missing, The Shepherd would
leave the others behind and search until the missing sheep was found. The Shepherd would then bring the lamb back
to the rest of the flock.
I always
wondered about the wisdom, the strategy, of leaving ninety-nine sheep behind just
to find one stray. What would happen to
the ninety-nine if a wolf or coyote or rustler happened by? Instead of losing one sheep, The Shepherd
might have lost many more. Doesn’t seem
so wise to me. Can’t see the wisdom in
it.
Got me thinking
. . .
What would it be
like if I . . . if you . . . were that one lost sheep? Lost. Scared. Alone.
Lonely. Happens from time to
time, doesn’t it? Sometimes more than we
think. Sometimes more than we want. Sometimes for longer than we want.
Comforting to
know that a shepherd would look for me . . . for you . . . should we ever find
ourselves in that situation, that circumstance. We wouldn’t question the wisdom of leaving the
ninety-nine if you or I were that one lost sheep, would we? No, I don’t think so. We’d be thankful. Relieved.
Maybe that’s The
Gift Of The Shepherd.
To know that
there will be someone . . . somewhere . . . who will look for us, search for
us, until we’re found. Until we’re
safe. And then bring us back home.
And . . .
Perhaps we can
be The Gift Of The Shepherd to others. To
watch over. To guard. To guide.
And, I think this is really important, to seek out, to search for, when
someone close to us . . . or perhaps not so close to us . . . is lost or scared
or alone or lonely. Each of us can be
The Gift to one another. For one
another. That would be quite The Gift,
wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t that be
something? At least, it would be something
to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
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Thank you for your comment. I welcome your thought. Joe