If you’ve been reading any of my words of late, you know I’m over the moon thrilled with The Message translation – this morning, as they do most mornings, the words fed my soul. Today’s Psalms were written by Asaph. We learn in 1 Chronicles 6, Asaph was a worship leader, a skilled poet and song writer as we see in his twelve Psalms (50, and 73 through 83). The last verse of chapter 78 …
…his good heart made him a good shepherd; he guided the people wisely and well.
If you’re a word lover, this is a symphony.
Writers, this morning I saw myself as a shepherd with a pen in my hand rather than a staff. That’s what we are, you know.
Shepherds with pens.
In one way or other, we will all be called to shepherd sooner or later. The body of Christ is made up of a bunch of sheep – some of us are older sheep and some are tender and sensitive lambs. Those in leadership and service are the shepherds.
Shepherd with apron.
Shepherd with mic.
Shepherd with white or chalk board.
Shepherd with hammer.
Shepherd with scalpel.
One way or other, we are all shepherds in the making. My sheep will look different than yours. My shepherd’s staff will not be the same as yours.
I heard a Bible teacher refer to his pastor, “As a shepherd who smells like sheep.”
That, my friend, is a sweet, fragrant aroma wafting to the throne room of God.
I am a shepherd with pen.
I pray my words are fragrant, wise, and laden with truth.