Last Saturday was "sheep day" here at the farm. The ovine activities included tagging and banding the new lambs, examining eyes and gums, and enjoying along with my handsome Farmer the flourishing fold.
At five weeks old, these lambs are the most prodigious we've had yet. God's grace truly skips and dances beyond measure across this land, even with a threatening weather forecast predicted throughout the week. Dark clouds may swirl and blow around us, however; God's goodness and purpose remain firmly in place.
Never changing.
Boy I tell ya though, some of our lambs were worthy of a rodeo event to catch and an armful for me to hold. Still each melted into a wooly puddle on my lap after I snagged them. I make it a point to speak to the flock each day in the field after their births to familiarize the little ones with the sound of my voice. They were a joy to bear, and the fragrance of their musky fleeces is similar in nature to the sweet, innocent aroma of baby's breath.
By journey's end I was tired and sore, but it was a good tired and sore. Farm bruises and wounds manifest more in the form of a victory wreath than a heating pad or ice pack when you know you put in a productive day's work and your body held out because of the sheer grace of God.
As I looked out over the flock Saturday morning, in the midst of the wooly assemblage of baaing and leaping, believe it or not, there existed a method in the mayhem and madness.
#4 Princess and her triplets are first in the line-up. Why is this? Because she is the loudest, the most social with me, and the one most likely to be annoying when I'm engaged in an arduous task. Other than the Farmer, I don't need an assistant. All three of her offspring are ewes so no banding was required. We quickly gave her and her lambs a "once-over," pierce their little ears and then promptly usher them out the gate and into the upper pasture with the dogs.
No, the dogs are not a part of this maintenance process either. Like I've said before, my sheep have not quite figured out the dogs are the reason they are all alive and breathing, and so they get stressed if the dogs are too close for comfort.
How many times do I stop and realize during my busy day that God is the reason I'm living and breathing?
Even if the sheep get out of their area, the dogs will remain with them. Great Pyrenees are not working herd dogs, only loyal guardians, so wherever the sheep go or whatever mischief they get into the dogs just stay with them in the midst of it. In other words, they guard them being dumb. The sheep's erratic behavior isn't the dog's problem. It's mine.
How many times have my guardian angels guarded me being dumb?
Next is Ariel and her twins because she's the leader of the pack, and when the other sheep see her go through the procedure and live to tell about it, they seem to calm down a bit.
After this we start on the most stressed sheep and work our way through the entire flock, releasing them after each assessment and procedure into the wide, open acres above us and into the familiar.
I doubt you'll ever discover this approach in a shepherd's handbook, but it works well for our little flock.
Often times when I'm working with sheep I am reminded of the Scriptures where Jesus is talking about his flock and his sheep.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, "It isn't always a spiritual complement to be compared with sheep."
When The Book of Hebrews says, "Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today, and forever," it is referring to his immutability, meaning Jesus is unchangeable in his mind, will, and nature. ( Malachi 3:6, Hebrews 13:8, Numbers 23:19, James 1:17 )
But Jesus does change in his ministry work toward us as individuals. And this is a beautiful thing. In the Scriptures, Jesus didn't heal everyone the same way, and he didn't respond to everyone in the same way. Because he knows us so intimately as his, he knows exactly what we need in every circumstance we face.
He changes and transforms our sinful natures through the power of the Holy Spirit without changing his perfect divine nature.
When Lazarus died in John 11, both of his sisters, Mary and Martha, grieved terribly for their brother, and yet, Jesus responded to each of them completely different in their grief. He knew perfectly what each sister needed to hear and to see. Unlike us. But he's working on us. If we will have the courage and obedience to relax in his arms.
How many times do I kick and scream in the midst of a situation or circumstance I clearly can't change, one that God has allowed to be there as he has permitted all things in his sovereign direction of my life since I am his daughter, his little lamb, as it were.
The Scriptures tells us in John 10 that the gatekeeper opens the door to Jesus and Jesus calls each one of his sheep by name and leads them out. He goes before them and the sheep follow Jesus because they know his voice. We his sheep go in and out and find pasture in the abundant life he gives us through his own life and atoning death, free from the bondage of sin.
We are "tagged" as his.
We have a personal Savior who comforts us and counsels us with the exact balm applied to our wounds not a minute too late. There is no "standard operation procedure" in how Jesus cares for his individual sheep and every little flock.
In Revelation, we see that Jesus wrote letters to the seven churches of Asia dealing with each one again in a very specific way. The churches were facing their own unique issues, some deep in sin, and he deals with each church accordingly, commanding and encouraging them with different messages precisely for each.
As we see in the above passages in Revelation, Jesus doesn't always remove the dangers or the thorns and thistles, but enables us instead by his strength to move forward and push through the thick underbrush of entangling, painful life experience for his glory and his trustworthiness, his love and faithfulness. That never change.
How does this truth enable me to live out my days in courage, hope, and comfort? Knowing nothing is wasted or arbitrary that I experience, but filtered through the fingers of the God of the Universe who loves me beyond anything I can remotely comprehend?
We can trust that no matter how chaotic and varied the days can be, no matter what we are allowed to endure, there is a method in the seemingly madness of it all and a perfect, unchanging purpose underlying every day and every moment of our lives:
And his name is Jesus.
The Good Shepherd of his Sheep. 💜