Leadersheep in Iceland

The pastor I listened to today told us about Sheep 101 and my little word picture mind lit up zonkers.  I ate my lunch and went straightaway to my computer to find this whimsical website.  I've grown up in church.  I know the whole "dumb sheep" thing we humans are compared to.  It always struck me, though, in my little sunday school girl heart, that if God was our shepherd there had to be more to being a sheep.  He didn't think I was dumb.  I know this because He whispered into my young fearful mind that felt afraid of being abandoned if I didn't wise up, that He loved me.

There are such things as "sheep researchers" who study what it means to be born a sheep.  It turns out their instinct to band together, protects them from predators.  They show evidence of seeking out certain kinds of plants to "cure" themselves when they're sick.  They seem to show facial recognition and are nearly as good as humans in picking a face out of a crowd.  They also found that female sheep had a definite opinion about what made an attractive ram.  I mean, I know a handsome ram when I see one, so don't call me a dumb sheep.

What grabbed my hearts' mind was the identification.  In a perfect sheep world, the tag they put on a sheeps' ear would be "permanent, resistant to loss or tearing, and easy to read from a distance."   And then I found it.  There's this breed, separate from any other and they live in the Land of Ice. They go by the name of Leader Sheep and they have this fabulous instinct to lead, that goes against the sheep code to follow.  They've been known to herd their whole flock back to the safety of the barn when they sensed a blizzard coming. 

Me...probably in the 70's :)

There goes my zonker mind again!  I wanna be that sheep; a lit up, tie-dyed, bells going off, big neon arrowed sheep that has the courage to buck the timeworn system and lead rather than follow; to show the way back to the Barn.  I want to have my ear tag glow warm and brave and be the color of Love so it can be seen from a distance and calls comfort.  I'll raise my sheep head high and call out strong to the flock.  I want them to say....we know who her Shepherd is.  She bleats Truth.