I am the good shepherd.
The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.
John 10:11 & 27
Just about every picture you see of Jesus holding a sheep looks something like this:
Don't get me wrong,
I'm fine with the portrayal of Jesus.
But sometimes,
I wonder about the portrayal of the sheep…
Meet Ginger.***
(***DISCLAIMER: Ginger is NOT A SHEEP)
You'll notice something different about her.
She's only got 3 legs.
… and she's also blind.
Dually disadvantaged dog.
But out of her disadvantages,
she has to have an element of
[ trust & dependency ]
in order to get around.
I was helping a friend take her and the other dog to the car.
Ginger wasn't on a leash.
I didn't drag her to the car.
I didn't carry her.
But I had to call her name repeatedly so she knew where to go. And her head would turn side to side, intently listening for the sound of my voice so she would know where to go.
I'm a Ginger.
I'm not the perfect little sheep that is portrayed in the painting. I don't always feel like a frolicking sheep, complete with all four legs.
I'm a Ginger.
I need to hear the voice of someone who knows where they're leading me. I need to rely on where God is calling me; where the Spirit leads me.
I'm a Ginger.
I don't always follow in the right path on the first try. I need to actively listen, turn my head side to side; listen to the sound of His voice. Many times, multiple times.
I'm a Ginger.
When I stop listening, I do perfectly fine on my own, I don't know where to go anymore. I'm blind and can't see where I'm going on my own. I'm a little needy completely dependent.
I'm a Ginger.
Despite my disadvantages;
[I am STILL LOVED & VALUED.]
“It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.
I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
Mark 2:17
