“I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd.”
Sheep are big beautiful woolly animals. I always marvel at the cuteness of the little lambs. They are so precious, inquisitive and so in need of their mothers. I watched a little lamb separated from her mother on the hills of Ireland, she just kept bleating and bleating for her mother, who by the way just happened to be down the hill calling the lamb to her. But the lamb couldn’t see her, could only hear her and didn’t know which way to run. No shepherd in sight, just my brother and I, no one to guide the baby back to the rest of the flock. It took a little shooing, but we were able to get the little one settled down and she knew to sit still and wait for her mother.