The Shepherd’s Heart
It began like any other day. I back out of the driveway, head down the street, stop, turn right, my mind miles ahead at the work place. Suddenly I’m alert. The car ahead is stopped at a strange angle. The driver frantically running about looking under it, pedestrians rushing towards it. A man races for the doctors office nearby.
I stop, jump out and then see why. A small foot jutting out from under the car, a little body is jammed between the gas tank and the concrete road. He is trapped and very still.
“It’s my boy!”
A crowd gathers–suddenly a voice of authority from behind is heard. “Lift the car and pull him out.” It’s the doctor. In the distance a siren is wailing. The ambulance soon screams to a stop, its lights still flashing. The paramedics jump out, lift the little form and place him on the stretcher.
Just as they are strapping him down, I see a man racing for the ambulance. He breaks through the ranks of the curious, bends down for a better look and begins to sob, “It’s my boy, It’s my boy.”
The agony of Calvary
As the ambulance speeds away, lights flashing, the siren again taking up its wail, one thought dominates my thinking. How did my heavenly Father feel that day as He viewed Calvary and saw His Son enduring the agonies of the cross while bearing my burden of sin?
The burdens of the saints
But now as I write another thought comes. How do I feel today as I observe so many of my brothers and sisters weighed down under the crushing burden of life’s multitude of problems? What is my response as I see them hard pressed by the forces of today’s modern corporate giants or the hectic demanding schedule of home, school, extra studies, second jobs, staggered meals, plus church responsibilities and activities, etc., etc.
An elder’s prayer
One can hardly see the little hand or foot jutting out from under it all that cries out for help. Lord give me, as an elder, the heart to climb into the ambulance with him and ride along for a while. For after all, he may not be my boy, but he is my brother.
Editorial Note: This article was first published in Elder’s Shop Notes in March 2000. It is used here with permission of the author.