Sheeple without a Shepherd

As I walked back from chapel on Sunday, I beheld a strange sight. A flock of sheep was walking from one field to another, in single file, for no apparent reason. There was no farmer depositing fresh hay, nor was the grass any greener. Perhaps the others recognised in that first sheep some special leadership qualities. Wherever he goes, they follow. Many of us are sheeple, blindly following others no better qualified or informed than we are. Of the Lord Jesus, it was written:

But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd.

Those crowds were right in front of Him, yet He might have seen every people and tribe throughout history. Having rejected the great shepherd of our souls, we wander about, lost and bleating:

All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. Is. 53:6

The good shepherd comes to take you home. Follow Him.