His Heroic Voice
Author: Derrick A. Notz (Pennsylvania, USA)
During the winter when I was eight years old, my brother, Christian, and I began a small escapade in the snowy forest behind our house.
The snow was already high, and it was still snowing. Over bushes and under fallen branches, my brother and I trudged, not realising that our footsteps, which would help us find our way home, were being covered.
In little less than an hour, we were lost, and all our efforts to find the main path were fruitless. As we began to feel afraid and alone, the cold started to nip at our faces, hands and toes.
Suddenly, we heard Dad’s calming voice, calling our names. Partly frightened, yet comforted at the same time, we found our way to his voice and were saved.
My brother and I were like lost sheep, looking for their shepherd. As we were saved from the cold by our father’s loud voice, we Christians are saved when we listen to our Lord Jesus, calling to us.
To my brother and me, Dad looked like our hero and our shepherd. He knew we were lost before we did. In the same way, Jesus comes to find us, ready to save and comfort us.
Prayer: Dear Lord, our shepherd and Saviour, help us to hear and to follow your voice in all our endeavours, so that we may never go astray. Amen