IN LABRADOR most of the people are fishermen and their homes are on the rocky cliffs near the sea. In the summer while they are busy fishing they let their sheep out to graze on the hills. All summer long they wander on and on, back over the hills, further away from the sea. Never once do they come home again, and when the cold weather comes, the owners have to go and look for them.
Boys and girls are much like these sheep! When left to themselves they wander away — intent only on having a good time in their sins, with never a thought of where such conduct will lead them. Like sheep they need someone to look for and to find them.
The fishermen often have to go many miles before they find their sheep. The Good Shepherd sometimes seeks for a long time before He finds His wandering sheep.
How it rejoices His heart when the sheep hear His voice and heed that loving invitation “Come unto Me,” and let the Good Shepherd carry them home on His shoulders, rejoicing.
ML-02/25/1962