Suppose a wolf should one day, after watching peaceful sheep,  decide that  this is how an animal should live.  So he goes down to the pasture and  pulling a wooly sweater over his shaggy body, he climbs over the fence and begins to try to eat grass with the flock.


He tries as hard as he can, but the grass sticks in his teeth and he gets restless lying quietly in the sun.


At night as he hears other wolves howling, he twitches and it is so hard for him to sleep peacefully like the rest of the flock.


He struggles to push down his aggressiveness but every time a fat lamb grazes close to him, he catches himself drooling.

One day a pack of his old buddies race past and before he knows it, he leaps the fence and races to join them.  Later he returns to the flock, head down and dejected and so sorry to have failed in his resolve.

As he is lying under a bush, so dejected at his failure and  wishing to die, he hears a loving voice, and lifting his shaggy head with the tatters of the wooly sweater  dangling around his neck, and gazes into the face of the lovely Shepherd-Creator.
“Wolf,” he says kindly, “If you truly want to be one of my sheep, you must be born again, recreated as a sheep, for “Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? then may ye also do good, that are accustomed to do evil.” Jer.13.23

The Wolf approaches the Creator, head down and repentant, “I can do nothing to change myself, I know, I have tried, and I get nowhere. Please, Dear Creator, recreate me as one of your sheep.”

When the wolf was ‘recreated’ he found a wonderful joy in being a sheep and doing sheep things.  The grass was delicious,  he enjoyed the company of the other sheep and  no longer desired any part of his old ways.


“Except a man be born again,
he cannot see the kingdom of God.”