The Boy and the Lost Sheep
The little boy fidgeted in the church pew as any normal, active boy would do without something to occupy his mind. As the service dragged on, the boy wound up. Out of quiet exasperation, the mother gave the boy a bulletin to draw on.
The boy stared at the picture on the bulletin. It was a beautiful portrayal of Jesus looking for the lost sheep. Jesus was peering over a ledge, while the sheep stood on the crag beneath.
The boy noticed the sadness of the picture.
"Why is that sheep down there mommy?" he inquired.
"The sheep is lost and Jesus is trying to find it," she said half-heartedly. Thinking that the answer had settled the spinning wheels of a 5 year-old mind, she focused her attention back on the sermon at hand.
The day drove on toward the travels of lunch. As usual, on a normal Sunday, the lunch was large and memories of the service was small.
But this was to be a special day. For a little angel had sprinkled a wisp of insight into the mind of a little boy.
About the time the mother began to wonder where he was, he bounded down the stairs with a prize in his hands and a smile taped on his face.
"Look mommy," he beamed. He handed a picture to his mom with obvious pride. There, on a sheet of paper was the cut-out picture of Jesus and glued in His arms was the lost sheep.
"I helped Jesus find the lost sheep, mommy."
And with tender humility, the mother drew her son to her and cried. For on an ordinary day, in an extraordinary way, a truth had been born through the eyes of a child.







