When I walked into the meeting this morning, my Lily came running up to me. She had tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong, Love? She took me by the hand over to where a small group of newbies were sitting. They had moved their chairs into a circle. As we got closer, I noticed there was an exceptionally blackened little Dumbo, kneeling in the middle. They were protecting her. I am teary-eyed as I write this. That was me thirty-two years ago. I knew what that look of terror in her eyes meant. She was “on the lamb”. . . running from the law. Condemned by it. You can run from it, but you can’t hide from it. Lily had knelt down next to her and was whispering in her ear.
“We all like sheep, have gone astray. Each and every one of us have gone out of the Way, and turned to his own way.”
Little Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses? You’ve been out riding fences for so long. Your pain and your hunger are driving you Home. And freedom, oh freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’. Your prison is walkin’ through this world alone. It may be rainin’ but there’s a rainbow above you. . .and you’d better let somebody love you, before it’s too late. I thought it would be best this time, just to read the lyrics of the song to you. Lost sheep can only, barely make out the words.
When I was a sophomore in High School, my dad got me a job working as a helper on a Pepsi Truck. The route that we had, covered a good portion of the stock yards on the south side of Chicago. Each Monday, our first stop was the slaughter house. The old-timers at the meeting have told me stories about it. Some of the tales are hard to believe, especially about the sheep. But not for those at the meeting today. Not for those who are comforting the newbie who was on the run and has arrived at just the right Moment. . .predestined by her Father. The Moment of Love.
The animals start in a fenced in area that narrows down to a ramp, which forces them into a single file. At the end of the ramp is the finish for them. The cattle and pigs have a sense of what’s coming, and it strikes fear into them. Most animals react that way. Not the sheep. They are utterly senseless to the inevitable doom. Merrily they go, down the ramp of life, turning to and fro to their own way. Running from the law. Hiding from it for as long as they can, until it finally catches up with them. . .and they come to their finish. They come to the end of themselves . . .and the beginning of a New Life. The slate is wiped clean. It’s all Good to Go! I knew Lily wanted to share something. Her fragrance was filling the air.
“He has borne our griefs, our weaknesses and distress. . .and carried our sorrows. The penalty and due punishment necessary to obtain peace and freedom was placed on Him so the sheep could be made white, and whole and free. And the Lord has laid, on the Lamb of God. . .the guilt and the blackness of all the little lambs.”
One of the SAILOR SHEEP is a tatoo artist. His name is the Spirit. He imprints Divine Words on the heart. All the Dumbo sheep and eagles, all the fireman and sailors. . .even the precious, gentle Lilies go to him for the same tatoo. The name is written in the Colors of the Rainbow. His name is surrounded on each side with a Lion and a Lamb. It’s the name above all names. . .”Jesus.” In court tomorrow, the newbie is actually represented by Him. He is the Advocate. He is also the Judge and Jury. There is only one possible verdict. It was fixed permanently before time by the Judges of the Supreme Court of Heaven. God, the Father said “Not guilty. God, the Son said “Not Guilty. God, the Spirit said, “Not Guilty. 
“I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love my shepherd’s voice, I could not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home; I did not love my Father’s voice, I loved afar to roam. They found me near to death, famished and faint and lone; they bound me with the bands of love; they saved the wandering one.
They spoke in tender love, they raised my drooping head; they gently closed my bleeding wounds, my fainting soul they fed. They washed my filth away; they made me clean and fair. They brought me to my Home in Peace. . .the long sought wanderer.”
We’re all going with the newbie Dumbo tomorrow. It will be a packed courthouse. Everyone is invited. Even His angels will be there. They love to sing with the sheep. They can’t wait for the Truth, the Whole Truth and nothing but the Truth. So help us God.
Amnesty for all the black sheep. Freely given. Freely received. Free, Love
A Good Moment 