tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502281375174594848.post8173414282223471942..comments2023-03-14T16:54:21.485-03:00Comments on The Light Seed: A Personal Reflection on Sheep and GoatsJean-Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369843903505765724noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502281375174594848.post-3826510181323376702018-11-19T02:43:38.738-02:002018-11-19T02:43:38.738-02:00Since my dad's dad grew up on a farm, I was bl...Since my dad's dad grew up on a farm, I was blessed to have been around several farm animals when I was young...many chickens, including a few roosters and one white/black goat...I think it was female. She wasn't around a super-long time. She was playful and very unruly. One day my grandpa bent over and you guessed it...she rammed my grandpa backside, he fell...and he sold her as soon as possible. I guess it hurt my grandpa's pride more than his physical self. I have loved every animal, plants, insects, etc. Being around farm livestock, was not a good thing. I made friends with all of them...had given them all names. After hatching the handful of eggs...I picked one with pretty colored chick fluff and held it cloce...let it be with its mom...but the next day held it and pet it, trying to decide what to name it...suddenly it got weak...and died. I wept and wept...took my sand shovel and a small little kid sized shoe box...made its casket soft and cozy, wrote and drew pretty things like tiny Christmas bows & sparkles and glitter all over it, and buried it beneath an old tree near the back yard., made a wooden cross out of ice cream sticks (decorated that with lots of gold and silver glitter) and the name I'd finally chosen him/her...Bumbles. I swore I'd never do that again.One evening, while getting some ice to put in my cup of water...I was shocked and horrified to discover one hen's feet wrapped up in the refrigerator freezer...that was the last straw...no pun intended. I'd gather eggs every morning...but besides too briefly owning a beaitiful, bright and loving sheep dog I'd named Max...I was never more emotionally attactched to anything more than my grandma's vegetable garden...I'd weep for radishes, cucumbers, watermelon, tomatoes and carrots...even though some were actually fruit....lol<br />Loved this comparison you had in your story...and it is amazing how God knew the traits of the goats and the seeo...how much they resemble Believers and non-believers...false teachers/prophets! Great work...I feel The Holy Spirit must have helped you to see these traits...and why in the end, we are the sheep...and the goats are clearly so different. God Bless you, Brother...<br />Maranatha!<br />veronica_ashehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09526895136816374181noreply@blogger.com