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Sheep and Shepherds

February is lambing season here in Idaho. The other day I stopped to walk a fence line, part of a pen housing hundreds of them, hoping to take some pictures.  I climbed out of the car and suddenly heard a cacophony of bleating, baa-ing and other unintelligible sheep sounds from the flock.  I had no idea they were so noisy, but I guess when sheep are hungry they make a lot of racket. 

Interestingly, I’ve been reading A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23, written by a former shepherd. The author, Phillip Keller, grew up in East Africa, surrounded by simple native herders, similar to their counterparts in the Middle East.  As a young man he made his own livelihood for eight years as a sheep owner and rancher, so he had great knowledge of the habits and behavior of sheep.  Although Keller died 20 years ago, for decades he traveled the world as a nature photographer and agronomist – an expert in soil management and crop production.

Psalm 23 has always been a favorite of mine, I memorized it while still a child and have never forgotten the words.  I used to think it was just a quaint quiet poem, but after reading Keller’s book plus living half a century myself and meditating on those words, it has become a bedrock of my life.

The Lord is my Shepherd.  A simple sentence of just five words, yet

It immediately implies a profound yet practical working relationship between a human being and his Maker.  It links a lump of common clay to divine destiny – it means a mere mortal becomes the cherished object of divine diligence. – Phillip Keller

That in itself seems almost too good to be true.  Our secular scientists and philosophers have repeatedly told us that we are alone and on our own in this universe.  But this five-word sentence tells us that we matter, we are not an accident, we have worth and immense value. 

It’s interesting that we as human beings are referred to as sheep many times in the Bible.  We could have been likened to dogs, rabbits, birds, lions or any other creature, but Jesus calls himself our shepherd, which infers we are like sheep.  Unfortunately, sheep are not known for their brains or their bravery – maybe in part because they have no fighting skills.  They are one of the few animals in the world who cannot defend themselves.   They have no claws, no warring teeth, they can neither jump high nor fly away.  Their only defense is to flee.   They are skittish, easily frightened and tend to wander away if the shepherd doesn’t pay careful attention to them. 

Because there are many kinds of shepherds there are many kinds of sheep.  Some shepherds are gentle, kind, selfless and brave in their devotion to their flock and their care is reflected in the health and well-being of the sheep.  The Lord claims to be the Good Shepherd.  He bestows on us value, dignity and care. 

There are other shepherds who claim to be good, but the sheep of those shepherds are usually striving, anxious, trying to find their own way because they can’t trust their shepherd to care enough to stay around, treat them with respect or give them the attention they need.

Recently I ordered a new pair of glasses.  When I went to pick them up I tried them on, as one always does.  But when I tried to read that boring information card, things were a little blurry.  I thought perhaps my eyes were just tired, so I took them home.  But when I got home I tried them again and words were still fuzzy and indistinct.  So I put them on upside-down and voila! Everything was clear.  I took them back to the store and told them what I suspected.  They used their little gizmo to test the lenses, then told me that indeed they had been installed opposite of what they should have been.  Since one of my eyes is 2.0, and the other 2.5, each eye had an improper lens. Now with the lenses in their proper places, I can read with ease and clarity.

Sometimes we see life through improper lenses.  If we see life through the lens of our Good Shepherd, we will be content with whatever comes our way, fighting the good fight of faith, knowing that ultimately God will use all things, good and bad, for our growth and well-being.  We can trust him.

But if we see God through the improper lens, showing him as a bad or nonexistent Shepherd – that he is harsh, demanding, always disappointed in us and quick to anger – we will be fearful, feel abandoned, and hopeless.  Through this lens he is not trustworthy.  Although these are lies, we perceive them as truth.

Look through the true lens of the Good Shepherd, the Lord who made heaven and earth.  Even when we as sheep are prone to wander, sometimes a little smelly and complaining, he remains the same – Good.

Love, Mom

Boring Sunsets

Dear Daughters,

Tonight we had a boring sunset.  Every night I peer out the window to see the palette of the evening.  Sometimes it’s simply blue and grey, other times there are combinations of orange, yellow, blue, maroon, red, purple, indigo, violet and countless other colors of the rainbow.  But tonight it was just hues of the blue sky, rather boring colors when contrasted with the other flaming, glorious, golden and sometimes stormy sunsets of previous evenings.

 

Of course, that got me thinking about what makes a gorgeous sunset.  The more clouds – the positioning, depth, and different layering of clouds, the mere timing and strategically placed clouds – the more beautiful sunset.  The less clouds, the more boring.

A few months ago Grandpa and I sat out in the garage and he gave me a brief lesson in the basic cloud forms.  The cirrus clouds deliver a thin web-like texture, the cumulus give a bit more depth and color, whereas the stratus are the most foreboding of all.  Yet, when all three are combined in different parts of the sky, the results can be stunning when the sun shines through them.

That, in turn, got me thinking about what makes our lives beautiful.  If I equate clouds with trials, hardships – all those things we try to run away from in life – then the more and various clouds equal the more beauty.  Now I know that’s definitely not what you wanted to hear today.  Nobody I know is asking for difficulties to come so they can become more beautiful, but we all know that hard times do have a way of finding their way into our lives.

When you girls were younger, I think we owned every Calvin and Hobbes book available. One of the saddest days of my early life was when I heard that Bill Watterson was retiring from writing the comic strip.  Bill believed his most creative years were finished and he didn’t want to decline into mediocrity.  I disagreed 100%.  I loved the humor, sarcasm, political savvy and insight of Watterson shown through the characters of Calvin, Hobbes and their family.

You may remember one thing Calvin’s father replied now and then – when Calvin was complaining of chores or asking why about tedious aspects of life – was that the chore or task was building character in Calvin, which would always bring a grimace to Calvin’s face.

Of course, what Calvin’s dad said is true.  Hard stuff in life does lead to the refining and building of our character.  Troubles that bring us to our knees help to ground off the rough edges of our personality, and if we allow it, trials cause us to become more patient, kind and caring.

I remember being decades younger and not having a lot of tolerance for other people’s weaknesses, grief or pain.  But after Uncle Steve took his life I remember feeling a broken heart – for the first time in my life.  I had heard other people talk about having broken hearts, but only when I experienced it did I grow in compassion for others’ grief.

I used to be afraid to talk to those who had lost a loved one to death and especially suicide, but now I felt a kinship with those people.  I was not scared of dealing with those emotions anymore simply because I didn’t have a choice but to deal with them.  Either deal with them or stuff them down and let them consume me from the inside out.

There’s a part of us that wants to hide our difficulties from others, pretending that all is well in our lives.  But when we become vulnerable and honest, allowing Jesus to come and walk with us, He will shine through those trials. He has a tendency to make the ugly beautiful.

Recently I read a story that was shared on a friend’s Facebook page.

The Cloak

One night a heartbroken friend had a dream that she was standing in front of Jesus. He handed her a cloak. As she looked at the cloak, she realized it was alive. She could see that its threads were strands of specific events from her life, some bright and beautiful, others wormy and grotesque. She looked at the ugly strands–abuse, betrayal, divorce, illness, grief–each reminding her of seasons of excruciating pain. Just as she tried to pull out the threads, she glanced at Jesus. He took the cloak, wrapped her in it, and looked at her with an expression of deep pleasure and delight, as if the cloak were the most beautiful tapestry ever woven. At that moment she realized that if she attempted to pluck out the ugly bits, the entire garment would unravel.

We have all suffered innumerable hurts, heartaches and devastating events, for no one is immune if we live on this planet. At times we may feel like we live in a never-ending dark tunnel.  We have a choice, however – a choice to allow Jesus to fight for us against the hard stuff or succumb to their power and live in fear and despair.

It’s often tempting to curse the clouds when they cover the sun.  I find myself thinking thoughts like:

This was not in my plans.

Why me?

 I don’t deserve this.

 I feel like God doesn’t even care, He’s just abandoned and forgotten me.

This happens to others, not to me…

 Yet, one thing we know for sure is that Jesus is walking with us in the trouble, deep in the clouds, through every storm.

Remember Joseph –  that 17-year old boy whose brothers threw him in a pit, then trafficked him to some travelers on their way to Egypt?  He later became a slave for an official whose wife lied about Joseph’s improprieties and had him thrown into prison.  Finally when he was 30 years old he was released and became Prime Minister of Egypt.

Amazingly, when he finally saw his brothers many years later – the same ones who sold him – he had the most amazing statement to them as they were shaking in their sandals after they found out his new status.  He said to them,

 You intended it for evil, but God intended it for good…

Hope reminds us that our best days are ahead, not behind us.  Surrender tomorrow to God – He’s already been there.  Caleb Kaltenbach

Love, Mom

Trust Him in your darkness

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