The Magazine of The Evangelical Lutheran Church in America


I'm a 'Jesus goat'

But the Good Shepherd still leads me and you

When I was 12, I had a friend who lived off the main road of town. Next to her house was an empty lot where we used to run and play tag. But these activities became old, and one day we decided to wander over to the house on the left. Actually, to the fenced-in yard of that house.

In this pen there were seven small goats. As we watched them, an old car drove by and its engine backfired. Right then we saw every one of those goats fall over. We stood wide-eyed in amazement as each goat lay lifeless before us: We thought they’d died. Then, slowly, each one got up and continued grazing as if nothing had happened. We dubbed them “Jesus goats.”

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