Our shepherd is leading his sheep home from the mountains, and in this way they get home more quickly than if they had to be driven.
“I shall never forget,” says one, “the Walk I had with a friend over the mount of Olives. As we went along I heard a man’s voice calling out to us, as I supposed, but as he spoke in Arabic I could not tell what he said, and waited for my friend to answer him. Again and again he called, and still my companion took nu notice of him. At length I turned around to see who he was. In a moment I understood all about it. There was an old man with a shepherd’s crook in his hand, walking in front of a drove of sheep of perhaps between one and two hundred in number.
It was very beautiful to notice that he had a distinct name for each of them, and as one or another of the sheep lagged behind, he had only to call the right name to cause that one quickly to make up the lost ground. Close behind the old man were few favorite sheep, which never wandered from him, but kept quite close to their kind shepherd, and rubbed their noses against his legs.”
We read in John 10 of the Lord Jesus who has sheep of His own, and He knows the name of each one, for He tells us:
May each of our readers be one of Christ’s lambs, and then always keep close to the Shepherd, and he will be safe.
ML 05/12/1942