“I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.The hired hand, who is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away—and the wolf snatches them and scatters them.The hired hand runs away because a hired hand does not care for the sheep.I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd. For this reason the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it up again. I have received this command from my Father.”
One Sunday a
young minister was talking to the kids in his congregation
during the children’s sermon about the 2 3rd
Psalm. He told the children about sheep, that they weren't very smart animals and
needed lots of guidance, and that a shepherd's job was to stay close to the
sheep, protect them from wild animals and keep them from wandering off and
doing dumb things that would get them hurt or killed. He pointed to the little
children in the room and said that they were the sheep and needed lots of
guidance.
Then the minister put his hands out to the side, palms up in a
dramatic gesture, and with raised eyebrows said to the children, "If you
are the sheep then who is the shepherd?" He was obviously indicating
himself. A silence of a few seconds followed. Then a young visitor said,
"Jesus: Jesus is the shepherd." The young minister, obviously caught
by surprise, said to the young visitor, "Well then, who am I?" The
visitor frowned thoughtfully and then said with a shrug, "I guess you must
be a sheep dog."
I admit that some days in my ministry I
felt more like a sheep dog. While shepherds seem to be this idyllic symbol of
peacefulness, confidence and authority—and the typical metaphor for a pastor, I
most often felt more like that sheep dog—running around in circles, barking my
head off, trying to protect my sheep. But, do you know any shepherds? Really?
If you think about, the whole idea of shepherding doesn’t have much
significance for me. For us city dwellers the image of a good shepherd has been
replaced by other kinds of folk who protect us from things that might harm us
in our daily lives. For instance, my credit card company will inform me if
unusual purchases are charged to my VISA and Mastercard account. When I
traveled to Brazil for a mission trip several years ago I used my credit cards
quite extensively to take advantage of the fluctuating exchange rate. Someone actually
called me from the company asking if I was indeed in Brazil at the time of the purchases!
Now that is protection!
Other shepherd-like folk who look out for
me include the garage where I take my car for servicing. I trust them to keep
my car in tip top shape. Many times they’ve identified potential problems that
needed to be corrected before they became serious issues. My doctor and dentist
schedule me for regular check ups and inquire about my health. My bank
automatically transfers money from my savings to checking account when my
balance goes below zero, protecting me from potentially bouncing checks and
incurring overdraft fees. And when you think really hard about all of the
things we have in our lives to protect us from disaster, you don’t always need a
real person to take care of you. The smoke alarm in my house will go off at the
slightest hint of something burning—especially when I have to cook dinner!
The
anti-spam software in my email program will quarantine any virus, and redirects
all unsolicited messages to a spam folder. We have those little lights that
show up in the dashboards of our cars when the oil or gas is low, when the
engine needs checked, or when our seat belt is unfastened. We have a security
alarm system at the church and in some of our homes, notifying us of any
intruders. Even my cell phone has an alarm to protect me from missing any
important meetings. Wow! We are really, really protected in our lives—whether
by people or by technology. Who needs a good shepherd? Right?
Well, in the midst of all of these devices
and people who exist to protect us, often from our own negligence—we still
worry. Don ’t we?
Time magazine recently conducted a poll in
conjunction with the National Institute of Health over a six-year period. They
reported that the No. 1 problem in America is anxiety. More than 13 million Americans are afflicted by it, and
anxiety, not drugs, is the No. 1 cause of suicide in America . Why is everybody so
worried about stuff? I know we all have a worry machine inside of us that seems
to drive us, but why is everybody so upset? We have the best of everything in
this country, but there are a still lot of things that produce anxiety.
A few years ago one Sunday night I was
watching 6 0 minutes and they had a
report about a nuclear waste facility in Eastern Washington state that was so
old and falling apart that over 1 million gallons of waste has already leached
into the ground water. This cloud of extremely toxic waste was making its way
to the Columbia River—and if that happened, millions of people who get their
water from this river would have to be evacuated until a clean-up could occur. Just
one cup full of this nuclear waste could kill an entire restaurant full of
people. It was a potential disaster just waiting to happen, and no one in
congress seemed to be doing much about it. Apparently, there just wasn’t any
money available to correct the problem because it would cost billions of
dollars. As soon as I heard the report I called my sister who lives about an
hour north of Seattle
and told her about the nuclear waste facility. “Oh that is on the eastern side
of the state,” she told me. “We don’t even get our water from the Columbia River .” “But aren’t you worried about it?” I
asked. “Well, yeah!” she said? “But what can I do?” My worry turned into her
worry. And then we both freaked out about it. The fact is, we all have a worry
machine inside of us. Worry is thinking that has turned toxic. Worry is the
imagination used to picture the worst. Worry is interest we pay on trouble
before it appears. I am a world-class worrier. It's a family affliction.
But if you think about all the worrying we
do, you have to admit that at its core, worry is atheistic. When we spend our
time stewing and grinding about issues around us, we forget that God can take
care of our issues. When we worry, we doubt God's ability, God’s influence, and
God’s presence. We think God is not capable of knowing about us and is not
concerned about us. People have said to me, "I am worried sick about
this." That is a true statement because worry does make us sick. As a
student of metaphysics I understand that there is a close relationship between
mind, body and spirit. The root of the word worry in the Greek is "to
choke or strangle." It does choke us down and strangle us. What happens
when we worry? It only changes the worrier; it does not change what we are
worrying about.
So what can we do about all this worrying? Our
scripture text has some interesting suggestions. First of all, we must remember
that Jesus said, "I am the Good Shepherd.” He notes that there are two
kinds of shepherds: the good shepherd, who owns the sheep and takes care of
them when the wolves come and scatter the flock, and the hired hand shepherd,
who is only contracted to take care of the sheep and runs away when wolves
attack the flock. The good shepherd stays and never abandons his sheep. The
point that Jesus is making is that in doing God’s work, he will not abandon us.
You may not understand all that God is doing. But the Scripture is there to
remind us that underneath us are God’s caring arms. And if we understand Jesus
as our model for Christian care, then we of course should also protect others
when they are endangered. Our mandate is to protect each other.
Watching my grandmother’s response to this
mandate was an incredible lesson for me. I had always considered my grandmother
to be the most caring, compassionate, protecting mother hen/shepherd sheep dog I’ve
ever met. When my Uncle was critically ill and near death from complications
from a life of drug abuse and bad choices, my grandmother would not leave his
side. Even in the midst of her exhaustion and grief, she sat with him until the
end; making sure he was comfortable, speaking words of love to him even though
he was incoherent, caressing his face and holding his hand. She was protecting
him from the fear of death. She was such a good shepherd, and a sheep dog
protector. I also think of Sherry and her constant care of her father and
mother through his illness and surgery. My partner Wayne has been at his
mother’s side every day since his father’s death on January 4th
earlier this year. And think of yourselves; as parents and grandparents, and
aunts and uncles of little ones and older ones for whom you care. You are good
shepherds. And now imagine God, doing the very same for you.
The fact is, sometimes we also have to be sheepdogs; protecting others from influences that might endanger them, sometimes protecting them from themselves. And you are sheepdogs for each other and this community. The service you do for this community will often protect people from situations or environments that can destroy them. You do this everytime you feed the hungry, shelter the homeless and care for the poor. Our mandate is to protect each other, just as God protects and cares for us. And when you think of it that way, what’s all the worry about? (Excerpts from Rev. Dr. William Self’s sermon, "Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear" from
I just returned from a business trip to Memphis, and as I was thinking about preaching on this text I couldn't help but imagine; if Jesus were a rock and roll superstar he just might have sung something like this:
You ain't nothing but a sheep dog; barking all the time.
You ain't nothing but a sheep dog; barking all the time.
You gotta protect my children and make them friends of mine.
You ain't nothing but a sheep dog; praying all the time.
You ain't nothing but a sheep dog; praying all the time.
So go pray for my children and make them friends of mine.
Now sing it with me!
We ain't nothing but a sheep dog; serving all the time.
We ain't nothing but a sheep dog; serving all the time.
We'll serve God's children and make them friends of mine.
Now make some noise as you sing it!
We ain't nothing but sheep dogs; saving all the time.
We ain't nothing but sheep dogs; saving all the time.
We'll save God's children and make them friends of mine!
Well thank ya; thank ya very much!