lamb

Although the majority of the roads here don’t have names, there is one road known to most as Sheep Lane. There is a small flock of sheep that spends their days wandering up and down this lane in search of food. I would often cross paths with them on my way to the market. Most of the flock was full-grown but there was one tiny lamb among them. I’m not much of an animal person, yet the little lamb always managed to capture my attention. To me it served as a symbol of purity in a place that is exceptionally dark & dirty.

A week or so ago my friend and I were crossing the street when I saw that the little lamb had been killed and was lying right in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in this area. I stood there for a few moments looking down at the lamb and then up at the chaos surrounding me. Cars & motorcycles were weaving their way through traffic while blowing their horns incessantly, shoppers were bargaining, children were playing tag…Everyone seemed to be going on with their lives. It disturbed me that no one had noticed the lamb. I felt inclined to tell someone, to make it known that an injustice had taken place. Instead, since my ability to communicate in the language here is extremely limited, I turned and walked away. As I continued to reflect on the lamb, the irony of what I had witnessed became increasingly apparent to me. Just as the crowd at the intersection was unaware of the dead lamb, so are most of the people in this region unaware of the Lamb that was slain for their sins. They have never been told that Jesus died that they might be brought back to God. Please pray that we would be inclined to tell them when the time is right, as the Spirit leads. Pray also for our ability to communicate clearly in a culture and language that are not our own. It is our aim to reveal Him to the people here in ways that are most pertinent to them. Ask the Lord to show us those ways.

-T