I find John’s gospel provocative on several levels. It is part of the familiar story of the “good shepherd” and the sheep. There is a distinction made between the sheep who know, recognize, trust, and follow the shepherd and those who don’t. As an allegory, we recognize the “good shepherd” as Jesus and we are the sheep. The theme is one of credibility and trust, recognition and intimate relationship. The ebb and flow in the writing is reflected in the tension implicit in the theme. Today, in the 21st century how are we to recognize the good shepherd? How are we called to be good shepherds?
On first reading the passage, the serene holy card image of the gentle, meek Jesus surrounded by white fluffy lambs came to mind. This did not last long. Although my knowledge of sheep and shepherds is limited, I do have a little first hand experience. Having lived in a rural German village for several years, I have had occasion to ponder the life of the shepherd. The shepherd I experienced was a quiet lonely sort of a fellow, but faithful to his flock. He was there with them no matter the weather; dressed most often in a heavy woolen cape with a wide brimmed hat to ward off the sun, sleet, snow or rain. His hands and fingernails were dirt stained from the daily chore of search and rescue. When not walking the fields in search of lambs and sheep or warding off predators, he sat alone with only his dog for company.
The sheep on the other hand were not white fluffy comforting faithful animals. They tended to be fearful, skittish and easily spooked. They huddled among themselves for warmth, comfort and safety. They did not respond to the call of the shepherd. The trained sheep dog was responsible for herding the sheep. And, the sheep did not lie at the shepherd’s feet.
In using this allegory of the sheep and shepherd, John is saying so much more than is readily apparent. This shepherd and these sheep that follow the shepherd are awesome! These sheep in no way act like sheep. What has happened to convert this flock of fearful, skittish, easily spooked humans to loving, trusting, faithful followers? The answer is in the relationship: the intimate, personal relationship of Jesus, with each one of us, mirrored in the multitude of relationships among ourselves.
It is this unique outpouring of intimate love that converts and transforms me. This is the good news of the gospel – Jesus loves me, the Father loves me, the Spirit loves me. I am lovable. Jesus dirtied his hands for me. Jesus wants to dirty his hands in the stuff of my life. And I am called to dip, maybe dirty, my hands in the lives of others. This is the good news, but also the challenge of the gospel.
As we move with the Church through the Easter season, we may ask ourselves:
How is Jesus loving me intimately and uniquely, moving me from fear into trust?
What are the temptations that cause me to doubt Jesus’ personal intimate love for
me, to be afraid, and to doubt Jesus’ trust in me and mine in Him?
Where am I being invited to dip my heart and hand?
Joan Blandin Howard
After working and teaching at Creighton for many years, I am officially retired, but hardly so. Having 5 adult children, in-laws, and 11 grandchildren I keep pretty busy! My husband and I spend hours in our garden planting, pruning, dead-heading and of course weeding and mowing! We spend even more time sitting in our garden, delighting in its beauty. The beauty overwhelms me and invities me into a space of en-Joy-ment and gratitude to the Creator and Artist of all. I have much for which to be grateful. I also like to travel, read, write and make art. My ministry of spiritual direction and silent retreats continues.
I count my blessings. You among them.
Initially I thought I was writing for myself. I use the readings as a source of personal prayer. I thoroughly enjoy the time I spend in prayer, study and preparation. The writing seems to be a natural end product. The wonderful e-mails I receive tell me that I am not writing just for me and they reconfirm my faith in the presence of the Lord, who speaks all languages, permeates untold experiences, and surfaces in the most ordinary of daily delights and disturbing distractions. That the Lord would speak through me is a gift I had not anticipated.
I thank you, the reader and fellow pilgrim, for joining us on our journey. God bless us.
