Fleeing Sheep

One can walk through a field and assess how well used is the footpath on account of the sheep that graze therein. Last week, I walked within three feet of a ewe; she barely paused from her meal to give me the once-over. On another route, the sheep fled the moment I crossed the stile, though I was but forty yards’ distance. The more walkers they see, they less afraid of them they become. The rarer the occasion, the more affrighted they are. 

Those Christians who panic and faint at the least trial surely testify to God’s shielding and protection hitherto. For want of experience, they sob and wail, imploring God’s immediate deliverance. Those who have suffered much, however, have better learned to trust their God and are less inclined to flee for their lives when a stranger enters the field.

Know that the Lord, He is God; it is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Psalm 100:3, NKJV