was about sheep, and their shepherd.

Ann Barnhardt has a thing about the shepherd, and what his life is like. it’s pretty good, you should read it- unfortunately she doesn’t have a way to link to individual posts.

Anyway, after I listened to the sermon, I thought to myself, “You’ve never even been anywhere near a sheep, have you?”

There isn’t very damned much that’s more obstinate than a sheep. Shepherding is not standing around and watching a half acre of wool graze peacefully, it’s like babysitting thirty five kids in a room full of sharp scissors, lit candles, gunpowder, and rusty razor blades. They will find new and ridiculous ways to get lost, get caught up in something, get hurt, get killed or eaten, and the moment you save their asses, they’re off to some new disaster.

The lesson of the Good Shepherd is not how he loves his sheep and how they love him. It’s how he loves his sheep and they’re all sons of bitches. Look around you, and know the truth of it.