I was walking up a hill at dusk. At the top of the track a young lamb was bleating.
It looked helpless and alone up there by itself. I started to think as if it had been thousands of years ago on a small hill in Egypt, and the lamb had been destined as a sacrifice.
Tonight the lamb was unsuspectingly grazing in the field as I trudged up the track towards it. Tomorrow it would be slain for the sins of myself and my family.
As I look at the lamb, it seems pretty harsh. It had no idea what would happen as I come towards it. Carrying it home I can’t help but think about its innocence. It rests in my arms in complete trust.