It was a bright Spring morning, and Sandy, the shepherd’s son, was, by instructions, taking a flock of sheep. from one farm to another. He had to pass through a village, and while the sheep were nibbling the grass by the roadside, Sandy stood chatting at a door with one of the villagers. When Sandy got out of the village, he counted his sheep, and found he had only nineteen: one was amissing. What was he to do? He would be held responsible for the lost sheep by his father, and this to Sandy, meant at least three month’s wages. After seeing his nineteen sheep safely quartered at the farm, he started for the village to search for the lost sheep, darkness came down, and still Sandy searched the bye roads and the glen, but no trace of it could be found. The poor boy lost his way, and in the pitch darkness, could not find the road back to the village. He sat down and began to cry. A farmer heard his cry, and taking his lantern, went out, and found him cold and hungry. It was too late for Sandy to go home, so he was invited to stay overnight. The farmer, was a man of God, and read the Word before the family retired. Luke 15, was the portion that night, and Sandy felt it was all for him.
After the rest had gone, Sandy sat by the fire with the farmer, and heard more fully about the One who went to seek and to save the wandering sheep, and that night, he believes he passed from death to life. Next morning, the lost sheep was found, and there was great rejoicing at the farmer’s humble home, that two lost sheep had been found there within twelve hours. Sandy’s missing sheep and himself, and over him there was joy in heaven.
In that highland glen, Sandy still lives, a Christian farmer, telling to boys and girls, every Lord’s Day, the story of a Saviour’s love.
ML 05/11/1941