When the Bible Calls Us Sheep.
One thing I love about this Sunday
is that I get to show you once again a favorite video.
Who ever said that shepherding is boring?
So a few months ago, I was on a plane returning from a meeting in Louisville.
Sometimes when you fly, you feel a lot like sheep.
It had been an uneventful flight
which was a relief, compared to the topics of the meeting
and I just vegged out a bit.
I read the news,
cued up a movie in my ipad
even closed my eyes for a bit. It was glorious.
After a few hours, I heard the sound and felt that gentle jolt
that marks the final moments of landing on a plane.
The landing gear drops.
The flaps fully extend.
And the plane seems to slow itself so much
that it is barely crawling through space
as it makes its way safely back to earth.
I don’t know how many airplane trips I’ve taken.
They number in the hundreds, most likely.
And I love to fly. As a kid, I marveled at the technology
that enabled tons of metal and glass to soar.
I didn’t want to be a policeman, or a firefighter. I wanted to be a pilot.
I’ve always enjoyed it.
So this wasn’t about a fear of flying or anything,
but I noticed something about myself, when I heard that sound and felt that jolt.
I noticed myself reciting the Lord’s Prayer:
Our father. Who art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done.
On earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom.
And the Power.
And the glory. Forever and ever. Amen.
Truth is, I’ve been saying that prayer, under my breath with lips barely moving
every takeoff and landing, for decades.
Sometimes I don’t know that I’m doing it.
But most of the time I do: I stop what I’m listening to
and I give myself a moment to center myself.
To remind myself of who I am,
of whose I am I,
of the God who loves me.
Once, several years ago,
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