Sunday, 5/7/17
Let’s get a picture
of a sheepfold like the one of which Jesus spoke.
A village could have a dozen families each with a small
flock of sheep, and each with its own shepherd boy who was there for each of
his sheep’s birth.
While each shepherd boy at dawn led his sheep out to feed on
the hills, at sundown each would lead his flock back to sleep with the town’s
other flocks in an enclosed pen, called a sheepfold. (Often the villages would
attach thorny branches to the wall of the sheepfold, preventing robbers coming
over the wall to steal sheep.)
Each shepherd boy would take his turn sitting in the doorway
to the sheepfold, guarding all the little flocks at night, and opening the gate
only to the other shepherd boys he knew.
The scene in the mornings was charming. Each young shepherd
would appear at he gate, making his own clicking sound that only his own little
flock would recognize. While the other sheep slept on, each of his own would
get up, and follow their shepherd boy’s voice out the gate and up to graze in the
hills. .
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