Monday, February 22, 2010


I have been meditating lately on the sheepfold.  i borrowed a book about Scotland from the library, which had a rather plain photo in it. At first glance it looked like a panorama of a valley covered in rusty flowers. On closer inspection, it was actually a large area, with two ancient sheep pens on either side of a burn (brook). It was a very simple photo, but it's impact on me was great. It made me realize just how SAFE the sheep inside would be, with the shepherd laying in the doorway, ready to give his very life to protect those sheep inside.
 Simple, yes, and I've heard it since I was a child, but just SEEING the actual round structure, high stone walls, narrow doorway, impacted home how SAFE I am as a sheep of the great Shepherd. Literally, "no man can pluck them from my hand"!

(not my photo, I got it here: