Hey person, you don’t have to tell me a Bible story. I’m still full from that banquet story last week. I think I’ll roll over and take a nap.
What? The next story talks about Jesus eating?
I’m on my way.
I bet if I hung out near him under the table he’d hand me some scraps.
I’m listening now.
The tax collectors and “sinners” were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But the Pharisees and teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”
Do you think Jesus would welcome a perfect dog to eat with him too?
Not some other dog – I mean me!
I am too a perfect dog.
Then Jesus told them this parable: “Supposed one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.”
Lost sheep? I’m on it!
Here I go! The perfect sheep dog to the rescue!
What do you mean, I’m not a sheep dog?
Well, I’ve got some blogging buddies who are. I’m sure they’d come and help me.
Okay, I’ll listen.
Jesus said, “Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?”
I could stay and guard those ninety-nine sheep that are left.
I’d be the most perfect guard dog.
What do you mean, I’m not a perfect listener?
Jesus continued, “And when he finds the lost sheep, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home.”
Okay, the sheep are all home now. It must be time for a perfect break.
Oooh! That must mean it’s snack time.
I’m listening! I’m listening!
Jesus went on with the story, “Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’”
“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”
Rejoicing in heaven?
That sounds like a real party.
I wonder what kind of treats they serve at parties in heaven.