The Lost Sheep

"The Lord is my Shepherd..."

Those words echo in the soul of every Christian.

But too often I feel

Like a sheep that has wandered astray:

Alone,

Lost,

Afraid.

Let me be a sheep in God's fold:

Warm,

Secure,

Surrounded by others.

If that cannot be,

Then let me remember

The parable of the lost sheep:

That the Shepherd will leave the ninety and nine

To look for the lost one.

Look for me, O Lord.

Bank of America Imitates the Unforgiving Servant

My dealings with the Bank of America
Remind me of the Parable of the Unforgiving Servant.
The Master forgave the servants debts,
The United States gave Bank of America funds
When the Bank was in trouble.
The servant did not forgive another's debt to him
And treated him harshly.
Bank of America froze my deposit for eight days
When I needed that money for medicine
Because the week before my account was overdrawn.
There was no help when contacted.
"It is legal" was the answer.
Legal, yes,
Moral no.
Banks given help
Now punish their customers because they can.
The Master threw the Unforgiving Servant in prison.
Who will punish the Banks?

Photo by Zevotron

Looking for the Lost

"The Lord is my Shepherd..."

Those words echo in the soul of every Christian.

There at too many times when I feel

Like a sheep that has wandered astray:

Alone,

Lost,

Afraid.

Let me be a sheep in God's fold:

Warm,

Secure,

Surrounded by others.

If that cannot be,

Then let me remember

The parable of the lost sheep:

That the Shepherd will leave the ninety and nine

To look for the lost one.

Look for me, O Lord.

Photo by Fif"

Lost Sheep

Dusk falls.

I miss the light

I have heard it said

That like sheep

We nibble ourselves lost.

Does grayness envelope our soul

When we wander away from God,

Just as grayness surrounds us

When the sun sets?

Will the darkness of the soul follow

If we do not seek God's will?

No.

The light always seeks us,

Just as the shepherd

Leaves the ninety and nine

To find the one lost sheep.

Let me greet the light

And know the shepherd.

The Vineyard Workers

My thoughts turn to the parable of the vineyard workers.
Some were hired in the morning,
Some just before quitting time,
But all were paid the same.
I know that means that no matter when we find God,
Early in life or in our fading seconds,
Our reward is the same:
Eternal life, eternal love.
But still I wonder about fairness.
Should not those that work longer and harder be paid more?
Perhaps in God's kingdom the work is the reward itself.
Help me to know I labor in God's vineyard,
And be satisfied with whatever reward God gives.