Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the LORD our Maker;
for he is our God
and we are the people of his pasture,
the flock under his care.
My Uncle Harris was a horse whisperer long before the term was coined. When we would visit his and my Aunt Mary Jane's farm in Massachusetts each summer, my brother and I loved to accompany him when he would walk down to the pasture gate to bring the horses in for the evening. Cautioning us to stand well to the side of the dirt path at a safe distance from straying hooves, Harris would open the gate; its subtle creaking was enough to alert the horses in the field. Their heads flew up from where they grazed and swiveled, ears in alert, toward the sound. The moment they caught sight of my uncle, they trotted headlong in his direction, snorting and whinnying their greetings long before reaching him. Once through the pasture gate, each horse headed obediently toward the barn and entered its respective stall to wait patiently for their master to feed them their nightly grain.
Harris never had to call or whistle to get their attention. As he fed them, he stroked each one and spoke in a voice so soft and low, I could never understand what he said. But I am certain that these powerful, free-spirited creatures, so docile in his presence, understood every word he uttered. They knew where they belonged and to whom they belonged; they were the horses of his pasture, the herd under his care.
Jesus is standing at the pasture gate; does he already have your attention? Are you running toward Him with gladness? Are you thankful to be in His care? "Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker."
Psalms 97, 99 (100); 94 (95)
Ezekiel 7:10-15; 23b-27
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