A Quote by Paul Eldridge

Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities. — © Paul Eldridge
Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.
What did one shepherd say to the other shepherd? Let’s get the flock out of here.
Grant that we may be one flock and one shepherd.
To be a good shepherd is to shear the flock, not skin it!
The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock.
Christ's flock is made up of sheep that not only listen to their shepherd, but are also able to recognize his voice, to follow him, faithfully and with full awareness, on the pastures of eternal life.
My role is the shepherd's role. The shepherd is the one who opens the gate and allows the flock to go through and whoever opens the gate has to close it, and the gate is not yet closed.
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
Being disconnected from the local church, for whatever reason, is a dangerous way to live. Not only do these “ lone rangers” miss out on the blessings of functioning within the context of the body of Christ, but like lone sheep away from the safety of the flock and the watchful care of the shepherd, they are vulnerable to predators of every sort.
Before I had crossed the threshold of my church I was made to realize that I was shepherd of a divided flock.
As my son Frankie put it, Humanism has changed the Twenty-third Psalm: They began - I am my shepherd. Then - Sheep are my shepherd. Then - Everything is my shepherd. Finally - Nothing is my shepherd.
If I said any more it would just be a lie; you can't use words to corral something this wild.
Grant that we may be one flock and one shepherd! Do not allow your net to be torn, help us to be servants of unity!
A good shepherd shears his flock, not flays them. [Lat., Boni pastoris est tondere pecus non deglubere.]
The Lord called Himself and is the 'good Shepherd' (Jn. 10:11). If you believe in His guidance, then you will understand by your heart that as a zealous shepherd when feeding his flock does not allow the sheep to disperse, but gathers them together, so also the Lord pastures our souls, not allowing them to wander in falsehood and sins, but gathering them on the path of virtue, and not allowing the mental wolf to steal and scatter them.
Artificial selection turned the wolf into the shepherd, and the wild grasses into wheat and corn. In fact, almost every plant and animal that we eat today was bred from a wild, less edible ancestor. If artificial selection can work such profound changes in only ten or fifteen thousand years, what can natural selection do operating over billions of years? The answer is all the beauty and diversity of life.
Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.
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