Behold a hero of the west. A thousand head of cattle pass behind him. He needs no one. He’s a cowboy. The American hero.
Behold a hero in the Bible: the shepherd. He too is rugged. Like the cowboy he makes his roof the stars and the pasture his home.
But that’s where the similarities end. The shepherd loves his sheep. The cowboy leads the cow to slaughter. The cowboy drives the cattle. The shepherd leads the sheep. The shepherd calls each sheep by name. Aren’t we glad Christ didn’t call Himself the Good Cowboy?
Psalm 100:3 says, “Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.”
We don’t need a cowboy to herd us. We need a shepherd. A shepherd to care for us and to guide us. And we have One. One who knows us by name.
From A Gentle Thunder