Monday, December 11, 2006
Sleep in Heavenly Fleece
There you have it. Open the windows in the morning, count sheep at night.
Isaac has a long history of being a shepherd in Christmas pageants. Before he was a shepherd, though, he was a sheep.
He must have been three years old and that year, I was directing the Sunday School program. Costumes, lights, rehearsals and scripts for the characters who had speaking lines. Feeling a bit left out, I suppose, Isaac finally suggested to me that HE needed a script.
"No, you don't", I told him.
Yes, he did.
"No, you don't...all you say is 'Baaa', and you say that quietly. You don't need a script".
He drew himself up to full sheepy height and said "I DO need a script! If I don't have a script, I might just say "MOOO!"
I like that. A sheep who knows what he wants, and goes after it.