Trust: A Sheep’s Only Work

Jason Micheli —  May 7, 2019 — 2 Comments

This coming Sunday’s Gospel lection is from John 10:

“My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand.”

We’ve also recited “thy rod and thy staff” so many times we no longer hear the oddity of Psalm 23 or the offensiveness of it. 

“The Lord is my Shepherd…”

To profess that the Lord is your Shepherd is to confess that you are a sheep. 

A lamb even. 

We’re all so grateful not to be a goat (we presume) that we forget. Lambs are lame. Sheep are stubborn. Sheep wander. Sheep get lost. Sheep fall into valleys. Sheep are dependent totally on their shepherd. Sheep need to be led and guided and protected by their shepherd. 

There aren’t any stories, epics, or legends called Dances with Lambs. 

No, sheep are stupid. 

By themselves, sheep are lunch for wolves.

To hear that God is your Shepherd is to be told that you are a sheep, and to hear that you are no better than a sheep is offensive for us who rate our worth by our resumes. Not only are sheep weak and stubborn and easily led astray, they’re completely useless. 

     Sheep aren’t like other animals. 

     Sheep aren’t like asses. 

Sheep don’t do any work by which they merit their worth.

Sheep don’t bear a burden like mules do. Sheep don’t pull a plow like oxen do. Sheep don’t lead a wagon like horses do. Even goats do work by which they earn their value. Even goats graze down briars and thickets to earn their worth.  

The only real work- if you can call it work- a sheep performs is listening to the Shepherd’s voice. 

If you measure animals’ worth by the work they perform, sheep are useless and, thus, worthless. Unlike other animals, the value of a lamb is intrinsic to the lamb. In its lamb-ness. It’s worth isn’t in the work it does; it’s worth is in who it is as the creature made it to be. It’s worth is its wool and its meat. 

In Matthew, Jesus spins a yarn about a single lost sheep who wanders off from the flock of 99. We forget how the parable of the lost sheep is Jesus’ way of responding to the disciples’ attempts at elbowing each other out of the way in importance. The parable is his answer to their question “Who is the greatest in the house of the Lord?” 


Jesus doesn’t answer their question about their worth in the Kingdom with an exhortation about the work they must do. Jesus doesn’t tell them the greatest in the Kingdom are those who sell all their possessions and give the money to the poor. Jesus doesn’t tell them the greatest in the Kingdom are those who do the things that Jesus did, those who love their enemies and turn the other cheek and clothe the naked. 

No, Jesus answers with an image of a sheep who actively accomplishes absolutely nothing. The sheep in Jesus’ story is nothing but the passive recipient of the Shepherd’s finding. The parable is an odd way to answer a question about greatness because you don’t need to be a ranch hand to know that a lost sheep is a dead sheep just as surely as a lost coin is a dead asset. 

How impressive can the House of the Lord be, after all, if the only ticket you need for greatness in it- much less for admission- is your lostness? 

Not only is the parable an odd way to answer a question about worth, the parable is just as offensive as the psalm because the “Parable of the Lost Sheep” (that’s what the header in my Bible calls it) isn’t really about the sheep who gets lost at all. 

The only verb the sheep gets in the parable is getting lost. 

All the other verbs belong to the Shepherd. 

     The sheep doesn’t search out the flock. 

     The sheep doesn’t scramble out of a thicket and wander back to the fold. 

     The sheep doesn’t even bah-bah-bah until its voice is heard by the Shepherd. 

And once it’s found, the sheep doesn’t even so much as repent of its getting lost. 

We think the story’s supposed to be about the sheep, lost from its flock, but it’s about the Shepherd. It’s not about the work the sheep does to get itself to a findable place. It’s about the Shepherd’s work of finding.

It’s about the Good Shepherd’s gracious and saving determination to rescue his sheep from death. 

The only verb the sheep gets in the parable is getting lost, which is to say, the only “work” the sheep does in the parable is to know that, apart from the gracious folly of the Shepherd to find him, death has the last word. 

The Shepherd though gets all the good verbs in the story, including the last ones where the Shepherd puts the lost sheep on his shoulders and carries it back to his house and calls together his friends and his family and his neighbors and, like a fatted-calf-killing Prodigal Father, says: “Rejoice with me, for I have found my lost sheep.” 

As if- it’s our sins and not our goodness, our wretchedness and not our worthwhile work, that most commend us to the grace of God. 

Sheep are strange. 

They can’t carry a Christ into town to shouts of Hosanna. They can’t bear a Samaritan’s friend to safety. The only “work” sheep do is to trust the Shepherd’s voice. 

And as God’s frightened flock in a scary world- that’s our work to do too. 

We’re always the valley of the shadow of Death, and Jesus invites us to trust the voice of the Good Shepherd, Jesus Christ, who promises that by his substitution for us God forgets all our sins— all our sins— in the darkness of our graves. 

Trust the Shepherd’s voice when he tells you that his cousin John the Baptist was right: he is the Lamb who bears all our sins away such that in the House of the Lord God remembers our iniquities no more. 

Trust the Shepherd when he promises to you by his cross and his empty grave that in the power of the resurrection he finds us lost to death and he puts us on his shoulders and he carries us back to his friends with rejoicing. 

Trust the Shepherd when he spins these yarns where there’s not a single note of our earning or our merit, not a hint of rewarding the rewardable or saving the salvageable. 

Trust the Shepherd for if its not about our worthiness, there’s absolutely no need for our worry. 

All that is lost will be found because of his gracious folly to raise the dead to new life. 




Jason Micheli


2 responses to Trust: A Sheep’s Only Work

  1. Ohmuhgosh Jason, that is SO DAMN GOOD. I want the entire thing tattoo’d on me like Guy Pierce in Memento. Excellent insight and exegesis.

  2. Andreas Thiel May 9, 2019 at 10:36 AM

    Thank you, Jason. I particularly love this: “The sheep in Jesus’ story is nothing but the passive recipient of the Shepherd’s finding.” You are quite right (I believe) in identifying this as an offense to those of us who have been culturally conditioned to trust in our self-sufficiency; that good old Protestant work ethic! This mindset even creeps into our unwillingness to ask for traffic directions when we get lost… (guilty)!

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