I saw a sheep upon her back as I came over the hill. There she lay, the picture of helplessness, and around her was a group of her own kind watching her struggles, but, like sheep, giving no assistance.
What a picture of too many of us in God’s flock! We stand, like the senseless sheep, eyeing our brother as he lies upon his back, but have no help to render. But, unlike sheep, we inspect and criticize his position, adding mischief to impotence.