ministers and sheepdogs.

So.. ministers and sheepdogs. Well rather.. goat-dogs.

7 days a week, I drive a 60-70mile rural newspaper route. Along the way are many farms... several of which have large numbers of goats. Now I have noticed over the course of a year.. that the farmers put these adorable fluffy Great White Pyrenees puppies in with the goats. The puppies grow up with the goats, and as young and adult dogs wath over the herd and protect it and keep it rounded up in one place. They are familiar to the goats because the dogs grew up with them. However, the dogs are not in the main position of authority.. obviously it is the farmer who is the be all and end all.

Now, here's my connection. Pastors, ministers, priests, pick your denomination... so often they are referred to as the shepherd and they, themselves refer to their respesctive congregations as their flock. Well, it's not their flock. Jesus is the Good Shepherd. God is the farmer who is the be all and end all. The pastors and ministers were set down among the sheep; lived with them grew with them, so the sheep felt comfortable around them.. and their task is to guide us on the right path and protect us from what wants to cause us harm.

Therefore.... ministers are sheepdogs!



Now with that out of they way...



There's a certain someone in my life, who I feel strongly about.. unfortunately my best friend feels strongly about him too, but in a very negative way. Now, we've been talking most the night and I have been given a slight flare of hope that perhaps all is not lost. As for my certain someone, the only way I can really describe how I feel is through the words of a song I've been hung up on for the past week or so... from the Broadway musical Funny Girl....



**

I add two and two, the most simple addition
and I swear that the figures are lying.
I'm a much better comic that mathematician.
Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission
And as far as the man is concerned.
if I've been burned, I haven't learned...
I know he's around
when the sky and ground started ringing
I know he's near
by the thunder I hear in advance
His words, his words alone
are the words that can set my heart singing
and his is the only music that makes me dance.
He'll sleep and he'll rise
in the light of two eyes that adore him
Bore him, it might,
but he won't leave my sight for a glance
In ever way, every day I need
less of myself and need more him.
More him.
Cause his is the only music that makes me dance.
Cause his is the only music that makes me dance.
**
"The Music That Makes Me Dance," Funny Girl