Thursday, October 2, 2025

WHAT A FLOCK!

“I am the good shepherd; and I know My SHEEP, and am known by My own. As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep.” John 10: 14, 15. (NKJV).


“Look at the lambs, running and playing.” Timmy stood on the bottom rail of the fence.

 

“Takes all kinds of sheep to make a flock.” Grandfather chuckled. “Your Aunt Sue learned that fact pretty quick.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“On her morning to feed the chickens and collect the eyes, she tip-toed down the back stepsShe kept an eye out for Old Bessie—one onery old ewe. Bending over to enter the henhouse, she heard hoofbeats. Before she could change directions, Bessie’s head made contact. 

 

“Wham!  She hit the ground, sprawled and fuming. Bessie stood triumphantly—her territory safe from unwanted visitors. 

 

“’And I thought sheep were special,’ she said, stomping into the kitchen.”

 

Timmy whooped with laughter. “Wish I’d been there to see it.” Grandfather chuckled.

What a flock of sheep. Just think, the flock is not made only of fluffy lambs. You have every kind of sheep imaginable. Soft cuddly ones but also tough ones, crippled ones, and just downright mean ones.

“We’re like the flock of sheep. But's there is one difference." 


"What's that?"


"We have the Lord Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd. And you know what?" Timmy shook his head. "The Shepherd can handle every sheep in the flock. They belong to Him. He knows each one by name and seeks them out when they wander—“


“Even when they misbehave and are mean?” 


“Absolutely.” 

“Am I one of His lambs?”

“You’re one of His lambs, for sure.” Grandfather put his arm around his grandson.
“Remember you asked the Lord Jesus into your life—“ 

“At camp, last summer. I know He loves me. But Grandfather?”

“Yes.”

“I still do things and say things I shouldn’t.”

“No problem for our Lord. He knows us, yet He loves us and calls us His own—“

“So when I mess up, I go to Him?” 

“You run, son. You run. ” He hugged his grandson.

Kingdom Thinking. Once I was brought into the fold, I belong to the Lord Jesus. He is my Good Shepherd. He loves me and promises never to leave me. Won’t you come to Him. He loves you and is seeking you.


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