Monthly Archives: September 2009

The Parable of the Lost Sheep (as told to a little girl)

I love drama. One of my favorite pastimes is storytelling using role play, and two of my favorite people are Tommy and Tina.

Tina likes the parable of The Lost Sheep.

The shepherd is counting his sheep. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 . . .98. 99 . . .  oh no! One of the baby lambs is missing!

“It’s cold and windy, and I’m hungry and tired. My wife is cooking a good supper, but I’m NOT going home! I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

The shepherd walks and walks. His feet hurt, and he’s so cold. The wind is blowing hard (insert wind sound). But he says, “I’m NOT going home! I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

He comes to a high, high mountain. It’s so dark, and so cold, and the mountain is so high, but the shepherd says, “I’m NOT going home! I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

The wind blows and blows and the shepherd climbs and climbs. Ouch! His knees hurt. Oops! He just about fell! Then he hears a lion (insert roaring sound).

He says, “It’s so dark and so cold, and I’m so hungry, and there’s a lion on the mountain. But I’m NOT going home. I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

Way, way up high on the mountain, the baby sheep is cold and scared. “Baa! Baa!” he calls, but his voice is very low. He’s so cold and so hungry.

The lion roars, and the baby sheep is scared.

The shepherd climbs and climbs, and what does he see? Way, way up high—it’s the baby sheep!

“I don’t care that it’s dark,” says the shepherd, “and I don’t care that my legs hurt. I’m going to get my baby sheep!”

He reaches way, way up, and he gets that baby sheep. He puts it on his shoulders, climbs down the mountain, runs back to the sheepfold, and gives that baby sheep to his mother.

“Now I can go home for supper,” he says. “My baby sheep is safe.”

Matthew 18: 12, 13

The Parable of the Lost Sheep (as told to a little girl)

I love drama. One of my favorite pastimes is storytelling using role play, and two of my favorite people are Tommy and Tina.

Tina likes the parable of The Lost Sheep.

The shepherd is counting his sheep. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 . . .98. 99 . . .  oh no! One of the baby lambs is missing!

“It’s cold and windy, and I’m hungry and tired. My wife is cooking a good supper, but I’m NOT going home! I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

The shepherd walks and walks. His feet hurt, and he’s so cold. The wind is blowing hard (insert wind sound). But he says, “I’m NOT going home! I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

He comes to a high, high mountain. It’s so dark, and so cold, and the mountain is so high, but the shepherd says, “I’m NOT going home! I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

The wind blows and blows and the shepherd climbs and climbs. Ouch! His knees hurt. Oops! He just about fell! Then he hears a lion (insert roaring sound).

He says, “It’s so dark and so cold, and I’m so hungry, and there’s a lion on the mountain. But I’m NOT going home. I’m going to find my baby sheep!”

Way, way up high on the mountain, the baby sheep is cold and scared. “Baa! Baa!” he calls, but his voice is very low. He’s so cold and so hungry.

The lion roars, and the baby sheep is scared.

The shepherd climbs and climbs, and what does he see? Way, way up high—it’s the baby sheep!

“I don’t care that it’s dark,” says the shepherd, “and I don’t care that my legs hurt. I’m going to get my baby sheep!”

He reaches way, way up, and he gets that baby sheep. He puts it on his shoulders, climbs down the mountain, runs back to the sheepfold, and gives that baby sheep to his mother.

“Now I can go home for supper,” he says. “My baby sheep is safe.”

Matthew 18: 12, 13

Great-grandma’s Legacy: Revelations from Phillip

Mom’s memorial service was small, simple and respectful. Richard’s brother-in-law read a mini bio of Mom and gave a brief message. He then read e-mails from grandchildren who couldn’t get to the service, and some in attendance told of their memories.

Richard spoke gratefully of his last visit with his mom. Recently bedridden, she hadn’t attended the Sunday afternoon church service at the nursing home. Richard went to her room after the service and sang the old hymns to her until his voice was hoarse. No longer speaking, Mom had watched him attentively.

And that was it. Richard planned to see her again the next Sunday, a reminder to us all that we never know when a visit will be the last one.

Then one of my nephews surprised me, and I think he surprised almost everyone else there. Always a tease, Phillip used to shoot plastic twist ties (from bread bags) at his sisters.

We all knew Mom as a no-nonsense kind of lady, and were pretty impressed when Phil told us she had sent him a margarine container full of plastic twist ties with the words, “Be a good boy! Tee hee hee!”

On a more serious note, Phil, now 30, remembers his first girlfriend. I guess his mom must have said something to his grandma about it, because he got a letter full of advice to steer clear of temptation. “My son, if sinners entice thee consent thou not,” she exhorted him.

It was just what he needed to hear. He broke up with the girl, kept the letter, and is grateful to this day that he heeded his grandma’s advice. “It was uncanny,” he told us. Or was it? Surely the God Who answers our prayers can also give us discernment!

Another surprise: our dinner out after the service morphed into a birthday party! Just as we were finishing our meal, Richard’s brother-in-law began to sing. “HA . . . ”   We looked up to see a server bearing a large, candlelit carrot cake, which she set down in front of Richard’s sister.

We went home with renewed gratitude that night for our faith, our family and our heritage.

“ . . . it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment” Hebrews 9:27