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“What is that?” my mom asked. Looking passed our yard and across the river, there appeared to be a sheep on our small island. 

 “How did a sheep get over there?”

 Not willing to let any of God’s creation suffer the cruel fate of the wild, my mom mapped out a rescue mission. Soon, across the river’s frozen waters we stepped. Our bodies wreathed with shock as the ice sloshed into our knee-high boots. Though we only walked for about ten feet, it felt like miles. Shivering, we stepped onto the island.

“You head this way, and I’ll go the opposite way,” my mom called to me. The job did not seem difficult at first… we needed to simply catch a single sheep, but after two hours of running around an island in the dead of winter, we realized our efforts were futile. that sheep was not going to go with anyone but it’s Shephard.

It may seem odd, but I have often looked back in admiration of that sheep. We have a Shephard – the best Shephard. Unfortunately, unlike the sheep on the island, we humans are very fickle and easily led astray. Jesus tells us in John 10:11, ” I am the good shephard; the good shephard lays down His life for His sheep.” Jesus has proven Himself to be a good shephard, but have we even proven ourselves worthy to be called sheep?


It was Spring. It was official now. Sure, thousands of birds had already migrated through our area, and little bunches of grass had already poked through the ground, but Spring was not Spring without the fieldof blue. Each year, my mother and I looked forward to the annual explosion of blue that errupted in our back field. Tiny little flowers squeezed tightly together to bring our home Spring. And Spring it was now. For about a week after this, I would look out the window, and take comfort in the beautiful sight. It was peaceful… it was right. This feeling would pass all too quickly,though , for then my dad would come home. “I hate all those weeds,” he would billow, and then preceed to mow down all the flowers. My heart would ache just a tiny bit as he mowed. Even though they were just plants, it was sad to see something loved, lost.

When I got older, I felt this ache again. From when I was ten to when I was fifteen years old, I was given the opportunity to raise and train four guide dogs for the blind. It was a wonderful experience. I would get a puppy when she was 2 months old, love her, teach her, and bond with her for a year and a half. Because I was so painfully shy, this puppy would always become my best friend. We lived and breathed together. We were inseperable… until the puppy had to go back. As I put my puppy on the truck, that ache would creep back into my heart. Waving good bye to my best friend, the pain brought tears to my eyes, because even though she was only a dog, I loved her.

Love seperated is painful. Love lost hurts deeply. Love rejected can be unbearable. Wether a pet dies, a friend moves, a daughter rebels, a spouse leaves, or a parent passes on, that ache is allways present. Love is the most powerful thing in the universe, and when it is broken, there is pain.

“But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Rom.5:8) When Jesus came down to earth, He knew that He would be rejected by the ones He loved.He payed the ultimate price, knowing that some would not even receive Him. This is the greatest love ever seen in the history of the world. A love so unselfish, that it would knowingly experience pain for the sake of the loved. I doubt any of us could do the same.

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