Monday, June 26, 2006
One thing that I am often thankful for is the fact that I grew up in the country. Partly because I didn't grow up seeing all of the stuff that so often comes with a big school.
But being in a small town and small school, one of the classes that you pretty much had to take was Vocational Agriculture. In that class we learned what it took to run a farm. From cutting pigs (that's farm-speak for castration) to welding a fence and making a wood swing. Another thing we had to do was to have a project animal.
I raised a lamb.
Nimfius Scooterpie. That was her name.
Sheep are absolutely the dumbest breed of animal God created. Scientific fact.
I could bring her into the garage, draw a circle around her with a chirt rock and she would not leave.
You could call her name and she might come-if she also sees the feed bucket in your hand. If you pushed on her head she would push back, and you wouldn't be able to budge her. When you fed her, you had better not turn your back or she would put you over the fence. (I broke many a 2x4 over the head of the ram we had with her-almost every day!)
Jesus Called Us What?
Jesus called us--sheep?
Yes sheep know the voice of their handler, but not all of them obey it. They often push against any type of force.
But she did know my voice and would come when I called and not my dad. And when in situations that are not as serious as they appear they don't have the sense to leave.
Sounds like us doesn't it?
John 10:14-16 "I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own. 15 "As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. 16 "And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd.
Soli Deo Gloria,
Aaron "Tree" Landis
Psalm 1.1-3
But being in a small town and small school, one of the classes that you pretty much had to take was Vocational Agriculture. In that class we learned what it took to run a farm. From cutting pigs (that's farm-speak for castration) to welding a fence and making a wood swing. Another thing we had to do was to have a project animal.
I raised a lamb.
Nimfius Scooterpie. That was her name.
Sheep are absolutely the dumbest breed of animal God created. Scientific fact.
I could bring her into the garage, draw a circle around her with a chirt rock and she would not leave.
You could call her name and she might come-if she also sees the feed bucket in your hand. If you pushed on her head she would push back, and you wouldn't be able to budge her. When you fed her, you had better not turn your back or she would put you over the fence. (I broke many a 2x4 over the head of the ram we had with her-almost every day!)
Jesus Called Us What?
Jesus called us--sheep?
Yes sheep know the voice of their handler, but not all of them obey it. They often push against any type of force.
But she did know my voice and would come when I called and not my dad. And when in situations that are not as serious as they appear they don't have the sense to leave.
Sounds like us doesn't it?
John 10:14-16 "I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own. 15 "As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. 16 "And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd.
Soli Deo Gloria,
Aaron "Tree" Landis
Psalm 1.1-3
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