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A shepherd one night when the storm was fierce, counting his sheep that had gathered into the fold, found that two were missing. Going to the kennel where his shepherd dog was lying with her young, he pointed to the wilderness which was ever growing darker, and said, "Two sheep are missing, go. She looked a moment at her little ones, then up into her master's face, and hurried away into the night, and came back with one of the sheep that were lost. The storm had grown fiercer and the night darker, and the shepherd came again to his dog and pointing out, said once more, "One sheep is missing, go." Looking down once more at her crying little ones and up into her master's face with mute despair, she arose and hurried away. Hours passed by, and the shepherd heard a scratching at his hut door. Going forth he found the dog, and she had the sheep that was lost. Leaving the same at her master's feet she staggered back to her little ones, and fell dead at the kennel door.
And when I read this story I said, oh, the shame of it; here is a dumb brute, with never a thought of God, and never a hope of heaven, obedient to her master's command when he speaks but a word, and we have permitted our Master with nail-pierced hands, spear-thrust side, and thorn-crowned brow to plead and plead again, and we have refused to do his bidding. Let us catch one glimpse of his face anew, and go where he would send us. -- J. W. C.
By J. Wilbur Chapan, "Present Day Parables."
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