Hello, God. It's me, Mara

You know, Lord, being a shepherd way back when You were born is undoubtedly a bit changed now then it was long-ago. When we were little kids (usually on a Sunday morning as we headed to church), we might meet a team of horses pulling a sheep wagon (where the sheepherder lived) followed by a large band of sheep, the sheep dog(s) nipping their heels to keep them moving along, and usually several men walking behind, shaking branches or tin ‘dogs’ to keep the flock moving. The sheep dogs, the guards, were raised with and lived with the sheep. Can’t we just about hear the continual bleating, the ma...