The Agnostic Shepherd


This is dismal.  Some have heard angels sing.  Some say that star leads to a faraway hope.  My feet are wet, and I have no idea why it has to snow again tonight.  I am looking for a lamb that wandered off at sunset.  Perhaps we’ll both be dead by dawn.

Centuries from now, people will hate and kill each other, because of differing interpretations of what was seen and heard tonight.  If, indeed, anything remarkable has happened tonight at all.

If God was real, and he was going to save us, you would think he could just start over, and get it right this time.  What could be so important to him about my wretched life?

And where on earth did that lamb of mine go?

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