
John 10: 11;14 ” I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me.
It’s interesting that I have always heard and read about Jesus being the Shepherd and yet I really never thought about what that really looked like. Shepherd falls short of the picture I have of Jesus in my mind. The power that Jesus holds can make you stop and think “No Way”. He did miracle after miracle. The book of John is filled with stories of amazement and jaw dropping acts. The picture that comes close in my mind is Superman or some loving super hero that holds all the powers to the universe. But…. It’s not the picture that is shown. It’s a Shepherd.
Jesus is my Shepherd. He led me to the waters when I was thirsty. He laid his life down for mine. I was the lost sheep on the edge of the cliff. If it weren’t for my shepherd who called my name I would have surely died. The shepherd is a strong and courageous figure. Yet humble and patient waiting, watching, counting his sheep. My shepherd is always active. He is moving and guiding my heart in the right direction. My shepherd will not deceive me or lead me in the wrong direction. My shepherd keeps watch over me at all times. He keeps me safe from eternal harm and always leads me to correction.
I have never appreciated the image of the shepherd so much until today. I praise God to be one of his sheep. I praise God that he hears my voice and I can respond. I am desperate to hear God call. I want to follow him until my last day as a sheep. We all know sheep are pretty stupid and I need to keep reminding myself that “If I can’t hear the shepherds voice, I have gone to far“.