Sunday, June 01, 2008

Song of the Sheep



My shepherd loves me day by day.
He loves me--more than I can say.
But tell me, why should this be so?
Why me? Do tell me, if you know.

Is it because I'm very smart?
No, I can't even play that part.
Is it because I'm beautiful?
But look--my coat is sort of dull.
Is it because I'm strong and wise?
No, I can't even swat those flies!

So, what's in me to draw him near?
Or what's in me to make me hear
The music of the shepherd's voice?
It's nothing but the shepherd's choice.


My sheep hear My voice, I know them, and they follow Me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish—ever! No one will snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all. No one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand. The Father and I are one.
--Jesus, in John 10:27-30, HCSB

Note: I met this sheep on Wednesday in Old Sturbridge Village, Massachusetts.

2 comments:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

I don't have your email address, so to communicate with you, I'm afraid I must use the comment box on your blog.

This poem is, as all of your poems are, very good, simple, full of truth. I liked this one in particular because you chose your graphic well. Did you notice the sheep graphic I found to use at the end of my blog post, Blaming the Sheep? It was exactly what I wanted, and I found it right away—a bunch of sheep running, and with "little ones" on their backs! Way cool!

I gather you're a minister or pastor, and if you are, you may not see things quite the way I do, as expressed in that blog post of mine. I believe strongly in the Church, even in the institutional Church, but I have to take the risk sometimes of offending when I am pressed to speak a word to church leaders. Our institutions have often aped the very structures and arrogations of false authority that our Lord bore testimony against, as did the holy prophets before Him. Although I am an unprofitable servant in every way, I can't help but be a fool sometimes for Christ's sake, out of my love for the Church of Christ, which is His only Bride.

Thanks always, brother, for not only visiting my blog, but leaving wise and measured comments as well.

Oh… the reason why I wanted to write you back after you left the comment on my post "Who's your Friend." I liked what you said about the attitude making all the difference. Of course this is true. I also agree with the thing about beards. Except for my circumcision (done by a Jewish doctor, but for medical reasons when I was less than 8 days old), I feel that to remain as God made me, a man, with beard and moustache, is just part of who I am, a Christian man. My opinions on the unnoticed but harmful effects of pervasive feminism, especially in the Church, will someday come out. On that day, I'd better be ready to be stoned for my "heresy." I won't just be considered a fool on that day, but probably a dangerous thought-criminal. Fortunately, I wait for the Lord to act in me, while He builds up in me what His intentions are. But back to the topic, yes, beards are good. They have often lent many a homely male face startling beauty.

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Romanós, for the encouragement. For this particular poem, I took the photo first. Then I thought about what the photo said to me. I certainly did notice the photo on your blog of the sheep running.

As to being a pastor and how to treat the sheep, I was formerly a pastor of small churches. I tried, but lacked the leadership gifts that are essential in such a situation. Now I speak at a nursing home biweekly; sing in a church choir, write this blog, and a bit else.

I'll leave a note on your blog about dealing with the sheep. I agree with your view on that much more than I disagree.

If you ever want to e-mail me directly, send it to the first three words of this blog's name (no spaces) at gmail.com.

--Jim