Mary had a little lamb….



My little sister tried raising one when she was in school.  I was grown and gone, but I remember that grooming a sheep seemed like a monstrous task.  Unfortunately, her sheep seemed to look pretty shabby as I remember….

Sheep aren’t known for being smart.  They need a lot of care, a lot of protection, and a lot of provision. Tending sheep would be very involved and time consuming.

I haven’t raised sheep, never been around a little lamb really, but I’m always drawn to the pictures of them.  They look precious somehow….Baby animals of any kind are like that.  Precious.

Imagine caring for a little lamb, feeding it, grooming it, protecting it, then carrying it to a religious center and handing it over to some stranger that will kill it and drain the blood out on a stone altar.  Imagine picking out the very best one, not to pet and love, but to die.  Imagine a perfect wool coat, stained with blood.

Ugh…..

Again, I am thankful to be born this side of the cross.  Again, I am thankful that I have never had to choose a substitute to be sacrificed as penalty for my own transgression of law.  Again, I struggle to wrap my mind around the truth of all that Jesus did.

For me.

Hallelujah.