Chapter 15 A Shepherd in Southern Lebanon

The first time I saw him was late summer, walking with three other people on a distant road.It was getting late, he stopped and stood on the road at the end of the grassland. I'm playing the flute and my sheep are grazing around.Seeing him stop, I got up and walked over to him. He asked me, "Where is Elijah's tomb? Isn't it around here?" I replied, "There, sir, just under the pile of stones. Even now, every passer-by adds a stone to the pile." He thanked me and left, followed by his friends. Three days later Mary the shepherd told me that the passer-by was a prophet of Judea.I didn't believe it, but I thought about him for months.

When spring came, Jesus walked through the grassland again, this time alone. I'm not in the mood to play the flute that day because I've lost a sheep.I was depressed and sullen. I went up to him, and stood silently before him, wanting to be comforted by him. He looked at me and said, "You don't play the flute today, why do you look sad?" I replied, "My flock is missing a sheep. I searched everywhere but couldn't find it. I don't know what to do." He was silent for a while, then smiled and said to me, "Wait here a little while, I will go and get your sheep back." Then he walked away and disappeared into the mountains.

An hour later he came back, my sheep followed closely beside him.When he stopped in front of me, the sheep looked at his face with the same look I had looked at him.I hugged the sheep happily. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "From now on, you will love this sheep very much, because it is lost and found." I happily hugged the sheep again, the sheep) L snuggled up to me, and I didn't speak. When I looked up and thanked Jesus, he had gone far away, but I didn't have the courage to follow him.