The Shepherd and Dr. Luke
“Hello Hello! Thank you for making the time to meet with me!” said the host as he opened the door. “Of course! I will almost always say yes to a free dinner.” the old man replied, his eyes smiling as he took a deep breath. “And it smells delicious, my friend! But why would you go to all this bother for me? I have nothing to offer you… not that I want you to turn me away now. My stomach would never forgive me.” “It’s just a small sign of my appreciation for being able to hear your story directly from you. I’ll just say that our mutual friend, Eleazar, was quite insistent that I add your story to the account I’ve been writing. He is literally a different person because of you.” “Doctor, you…” “Please, call me Luke.” “Yes. Luke. Thank you. Please promise me this first: If I share my story, do not use my name. I’ll give you names of other shepherds who were there that night, but I’m just an unworthy servant. It is only important that the One Who has written my name in the Book of Life know...