And something was wrong. One of the lambs had her head stuck. She’d poked her head in, through the woven wire, and was caught. She struggled all the more wildly as I approached, fighting both the grate and me. Finally, I was able to push her head down and through the wire square, releasing her. The crying and struggling stopped as she ran to her mommy.
Ah, the parallels between the sheep and the Shepherd. Christ hears our cries, often when no one else does. Christ recognizes our voices and comes to our aid, often when no one else does. Christ rescues us from the things that trap us, even when we put ourselves in the trap. And we often fight His efforts to rescue us, even when we have asked for His help.