This post is sort of piggybacking off this previous post and this this older post. I would like to process something that seems to have clicked for me in a new
way, and I'll try to do it without slandering anybody. Because I'm processing,
I'm going to ramble. Because I'm an artist, I'm going to be philosophical. I'll
be talking about certain situations in a variety of different contexts.
"Be diligent to know the state of your flocks, and
attend to your herds..." (Proverbs 27:23)
Oh, my gosh, I'm not crazy. It's right there in black and
white.
It seems to me that in a shepherd-sheep relationship, or an employer-employee
relationship, or a parent-child relationship, or a pastor-churchgoer relationship,
etc., there are two parties involved. Each party has certain responsibilities,
even though one party is officially in charge.
I'll use me and my cat Macho as an example. Macho has a
tendency to misbehave when I'm not looking, and I'm very aware of this
tendency. (Choochie has the decency to misbehave right in front of my face, as
if to say, "Oh, good, you see me chewing on the doorstop. Now can you
please lower your voice, follow me to my empty food bowl, and remedy my
hunger?") If I'm trying to eat my dinner on my banqueting table, and if Macho
isn't allowed to touch it, and if I know he'll help himself to my food without
my permission, and if I run to the kitchen for a moment, and if I return to my
banqueting table and find Macho eating my TV dinner, how loudly should I really
yell at him? Whose fault is it? Is it completely his fault for giving in to
temptation and doing the wrong thing while I wasn't looking? Or is it
completely my fault for not protecting him from temptation in the first place?
Should I have carried him into the kitchen with me, or should I have checked on
him frequently from the time I left my banqueting table to the time I returned
to it? (Both scenarios in that last question are completely doable.)
I'll use another example with Macho, something that really
happened once. I rented a room from his previous owner, who had access to the
bottom of her old house through a trapdoor-like secret passageway in my closet.
One evening, Macho's previous owner needed to access the bottom of her house so
that a bathroom tile issue could be examined. So, she and a friend opened the
door on the floor of my closet. Then they closed it. Then Choochie and I
retired for the evening. The next day, Choochie was being quite clingy with me,
and I didn't think anything of it until after I had come home from work, and
Macho's owner was calling him frantically, but he wasn't answering. She told me that she didn't know
where he was, and she hadn't seen him all day, but she heard this mysterious
meowing from someplace. Then I wondered if perhaps Macho had somehow wandered
underneath the house during the tile-examination from the night before. Sure
enough, Macho's previous owner opened the trapdoor-like secret passageway in my closet and revealed a shaky,
slightly dirty Macho meowing as masculinely as he could under the
circumstances. (Choochie greeted him with a warm clinginess.) He survived
living under the house for a day. Whose fault was it for accidentally leaving a
pet under the house? Was it my fault because Macho had given in to his curious
feline temptation on my territory? Was it Macho's fault for not knowing any
better? Or was it his previous owner's fault for not checking on him? Or was it
a combination of factors?
I will say that I've learned that you can't control a cat
completely at all times, but it is possible to know where your cat is at all
times. (Currently, Macho is in my bedroom, and Choochie is here in my living
room. Macho is in a state of napping. Choochie is in a state of transition from napping to hmm-let-me-decide-if-I-want-to-crawl-onto-Mom's-shoulder-and-purr.)
I don't think Proverbs 27:23 says to be OCD, anal, or
micromanaging, but I do think it says to be diligent to know what your
flocks are up to at all times. I think technically, the context of that verse
is financial. From what I understand, in biblical times, a flock was like a
bank account; that was how you did business and made your money. Joyce Meyer's
application of Proverbs 27:23 is, "When was the last time you balanced
your checkbook?" So, it's the keeper of the flock's responsibility to
diligently check on the state of the flock. If I neglect to balance my
checkbook after I get paid, and if I go on a spending spree, whose fault is it
if I'm overdrawn at the bank? Is it my employer's fault for not paying me a
million dollars? Is it my fault for not finding a job that pays me a six-figure
salary? Is it society's fault for dictating that people in my profession don't
earn a million dollars per paycheck? Is it the merchants' and creditors' fault
for charging too much money? Is it the bank's fault for debiting my money
immediately during a transaction? Is it the state's fault for charging a sales
tax?
I'm pretty sure the buck stops with me.
And I'm not really talking about putting the blame on people.
Certainly if someone has a job to do, they should ideally be trusted to do it
with reasonable supervision (not micromanagement). If the shepherd puts a
trusted sheep in charge while the shepherd goes on vacation, and if the sheep
were to be lazy or power-trippy in the shepherd's absence, of course the sheep
needs to be held responsible for his or her actions, especially if he or she
harms other sheep because the shepherd wasn't looking.
I'm saying that the shepherd-sheep relationship, or employer-employee
relationship, or parent-child relationship, or pastor-churchgoer relationship,
etc., is a two-way street. Yes, the sheep, employee, child, and churchgoer must
be held accountable for his or her actions. I think the shepherd, employer,
parent, and pastor also need to be held accountable for his or her actions,
because he or she is the authority. I think that means that it's the authority's
responsibility to check on the sheep, employee, child, or churchgoer from time
to time. It's the authority's responsibility to diligently know the state of
his or her flocks.
I'm not crazy. It's right there in black and white.
So, all those times I felt like a sheep, employee, child, and
churchgoer who was neglected by a shepherd, employer, parent, and pastor who
didn't check on me, it probably wasn't completely my fault. I'm not trying to
be resentful or hold a grudge or nurture a bitter root or anything like that.
Forgiveness and letting go are definitely my responsibility. I'm just trying to
get a handle on this so that I can move forward.
I'm not crazy, I'm not lazy, I'm not a freak, I'm not a
rebel, I'm not worthless, I'm not incompetent, I'm not a loser. I was simply
neglected, overlooked, unchecked on, unshepherded. It's right there in black
and white.
I think a shepherd who loves his or her sheep will check on
the sheep from time to time and make sure that don't wolves attack the flock. A
shepherd needs to be diligent to know the state of his or her flocks, so that
the flocks will do what they're supposed to do -- whether it's make money or
just exist as healthy sheep.
Jesus knows how to do this. He's The Great Shepherd who is an
Expert at diligence, because He invented diligence. He's an Expert at managing
finances, because He invented wealth. He's an Expert at investing in the sheep,
protecting the sheep, and managing the sheep, because they're His sheep, He
bought them, and He loves them. And because He's The Great Shepherd. He
shepherds me because He loves me.
I want to learn from Him.
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." (Psalm 23:1)
See? I'm not crazy! It's right there in black and white.
God will always be diligent to shepherd me, He'll always look after me, He'll never neglect me, He'll never let me down, and He'll never fail me. I shall not want... and I want Him.
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