They brought the sheep down from the high country last October and penned them in a field behind Shepherd’s Rest.
Reminded me of Sunday mornings long ago when I was a shepherd.
Friend of mine asked, Where’s the wolf?”
Good question.
He’s there, in the flock—indistinguishable (Matthew 7:15).
DHR
Monday, November 17, 2008
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