A Lamb's Story

I've just finished reading all about my friend Kumar's mission trip to Scotland a couple of months ago. There's no doubt in the way he writes that God did some big stuff, and it still doing some big stuff, both across the pond and here in the States.

He shared a story that his bus driver shared with his group and it was so moving I wanted to share it with you people in my own little corner of cyberspace.

“A Lamb’s Story"

A Scottish story told by a former shepherd

When a little lamb dies for some reason, the skin can be taken from the dead lamb & placed over an orphan lamb which can then be introduced to the mother whose lamb has also died. She will smell the scent of her own lamb & will accept it as her own. Usually after a day or so the skin can be removed, as a permanent bond will have been established between the mother & the lamb.

Remember God killed animals to make coats of skin for Adam & Eve.

When Jesus died on the cross His blood was shed for us. He provided a coat, or a cover for us, which we put on by faith & God accepts us because He smells the sweet fragrance of Jesus on us. When you see the little adopted lamb skipping & jumping in the field you must remember another lamb died to give this one a new life. Likewise, when you see a sinner, saved by grace adopted into God’s family & enjoying a close relationship with Him, we must remember a lamb died to make this possible. The Lamb of God, but remember, Jesus rose again from the dead because He had no sins of his own. The adopted lamb sometimes finds it strange to be with a different mother than its’ own, but it soon settles down if it is well fed.

Likewise, God’s children who have been rescued from the devil can take a little more time to get adjusted to a relationship with God, but God being well able to meet His child’s every need soon settles down, although sometimes, may also take a little more time than a lamb.

Ephesians 1: 3-8

Told by Donnie Black, a Scottish former shepherd, who instead of herding sheep, now tends to young men at The Haven, Kilmacolm, Scotland.