Hooray, I’m a sheep in G*D’s pasture, lying down in good green pastures.
But then I have to consider; am I a fat sheep (boo hiss) or a lean sheep (ta da). Well, what day is it and what time in such a day. It seems my constancy as a sheep is not as constant in its sheepness - sometimes acting fat and sometimes lean.
And then I have to consider whether I might also be a goat in G*D’s pasture, also enjoying a green pasture instead of a sandy one with only patches of dry grass. And what of being a snake in G*D’s garden, with or without legs?
Oops, too many thoughts twirling around. I may have started to respond to a different issue and now can’t get out of the rut of this one.
Perhaps, with all the other talk of judgment, it may be important to simply remember the last line:
steadfast love enures forever, and
faithfulness generates for all.