The Good Shepherd is one of the names of Jesus that speaks best to me. There is so much tenderness in the image of God carrying a man like a lamb on his shoulders. Often in prayer I see myself at the feet of my Shepherd, where I can feel safe and loved.
The scenery of lambs and shepherds reminds me of another image. Once I imagined what the most intimate part of me looks like, where I am completely free, where success and failure do not count, where my sin and weakness are irrelevant, where nothing prevents me from living fully, where God lives in me. In my imagination it was a big meadow, on which I gallop with all the power in my hoofs and with wind in my furry ears. That’s a piece of my Heaven.
Always after the fourth Easter Sunday, that is, the Sunday of the Good Shepherd, we have a week of prayer for vocations. Of course, we pray that the Church would not lack the pastors of souls and that there will be many to lead us to God, but for me it is also a time of prayer for everyone to discover their place in the flock. It is a time of thinking about the freedom that a person gets when he finds his unique path to holiness and decides to follow it with courage. This year, I especially remember in prayer those who continue to look for this path and discern where they are attracted by God and their own heart.
May everyone discover his inner sheep that is happily running through the meadows of life, but also walking through the dark valleys with confidence that the Shepherd in nearby.