It was January. It was a cold winter, and we were driving around checking on things on the ranch.
My wife noticed something unusual lying on the ground. She got out of the pickup and went over and picked up a not very old abandoned, weak, starving baby lamb.
We took it home, and my wife turned on the oven and opened the oven door as she had done many times before. That lamb was cold, had chilled down, and we were trying to warm it up. My wife wrapped the lamb in a big towel and placed the lamb and towel on the oven door.
Shortly, my wife went and got the special powdered milk we kept on hand for baby lambs and goats. She fixed a bottle of warm milk for the lamb. It wasn’t long before the lamb was drinking away.
In a few weeks, that lamb was doing good and running all over the place. We had a special shed we kept her in at night. Every morning, my wife would go out, open the shed door and call her name “Mae,” and here came that little lamb running lickety split for that bottle of warm milk.
Just as we loved that lamb and did not want it to die, God loves us and does not want any to perish.
Matthew 18:24 So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
I WILL CONTINUE THE STORYOF MAE NEXTWEEK.
Meantime. See you in Church next Sunday.